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点击复制Dry stone wrinkled circle
still cradling a round sky
People call it useless;
it calls itself listening
Birdsong wind and drizzle—
deposits kept without interest
A child peers in and shrinks
learning depth from echo
The well whispers gently:
smallness has its reach
Perspective is a rope
lowered from within
When sunset drops like a coin
it gleams for an instant
Even retired vessels
can hold time