痕迹

痕迹
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在朝阳还未呼唤
它的名字之前
我走进它湿润的呼吸里
沿石阶拾级而上
青苔在岩缝里瞅我
那边有动物留下的蹄印
往前看，看到的是点
回头，那些点连成了线
今天的风刮得
有些不正经，疯狂的模样
夹带着冷不丁的柔情
那汪水，波光潋滟，一块
碎了的镜子
照着完整的天

Traces by T.G. 

before the rising sun had called out its name
I stepped into its moist breaths, climbing upward 
along the stone steps
moss peered at me from the cracks in the rocks
over there were hoofprints left by animals
looking ahead, I saw only dots
looking back, those dots had joined into a line
today’s wind was a little indecent, wildly so, carrying 
sudden tenderness in its gusts
that pool of water, shimmering with 
ripples, was a shattered mirror reflecting 
an unbroken sky