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点击复制He kneels before a puddle
the sky caught in its glass;
a moment framed forever
before the shadows pass
He edits light with mercy
lets accidents belong;
his lens collects the tremor
between the weak and strong
The world turns black-and-amber
his shutter hums like prayer;
each click becomes confession
that beauty still is there
By night his prints are breathing
the silence holds them close—
for art is faith made visible
in all we can’t impose