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点击复制A leaf detaches softly
no courtroom gavel blame;
it chooses air for witness
and falls without a name
It hears the roots still breathing
it trusts the buried spark;
it knows that loss is compost
that dark befriends the dark
We practice with the leaf love
we loosen and we land;
we fertilize the future
by opening our hand
So let the wind revise us
erase the wrong and right—
becoming is a season
and ending is its light