黑马
浑身上下
你找不到一根
衰草败叶
澄明的眼里
揉不进半粒沙
要不是它的鼻端微微冒汗
鬃尖上流荡著激奋
你根本不会想到
它刚从夜梦的最深处
一路疾奔过来
A DARK HORSE
not a single hair
is unbecoming
no particle of dust
clings to its polished eyes
if not for the glistening nose
and the rousing mane
you probably cannot tell
that it has just run all the way
from the depth
of a night dream
