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点击复制Lattice leaned in mossy green
Threshold thin almost unseen
Forest held its quiet breath
Softness masked the ancient depth
Stepping through required no sound
Earth received the sacred ground
Branches bowed in knowing hush
Air turned sweet like evening blush
Nothing named the crossing there
No decree of here or where
Spirit slipped from thought to tree
Human merged with wild and free
Some gates crumble into earth
Not from loss but deeper birth
Cross where boundaries disappear—
Oneness waits when edges clear