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点击复制A cliffside maple grips the seam
While lantern glass conducts a beam;
The horn resounds across the brine
And trims the wander from the line
Wind combs the leaves to urgent prayer
Salt annotates the evening air;
The tree holds fast without a plea
An anchor drawn in living key
The lighthouse turns with steady mind
It moves to help the lost ones find;
Two keepers—root and wheel of fire—
Guard depth with grounded circling choir
I learn from both to stand and turn
To fix my post yet scan and learn;
Be firm enough to brave the wave
Be bright enough to point and save