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点击复制Masts stood quiet over foam
No loud colors claimed the dome
Boats exhaled a salted tune
Tide kept time with patient moon
No parade for safe return
Only lamps that softly burn
Hands untied the faithful rope
Harbor offered wordless hope
Salt redeemed the weathered skin
Wrinkles shone like honest win
Voices low no need to boast
Peace saluted every post
Glory lives in simple ties
Not in trumpet not in prize
Safe within that breathing curve
Rest begins its ancient serve