Allegory （寓言）

Allegory

An allegory I always believe,

That all fish will fly,

With new wings in the sky;

And in the mud of dark clouds,

They will fight with heaps of birds,

Just for the territory they desire;

Hence new things beyond us,

Not old things once below;

See, vast sea in the memory,

Now clean and chapped,

Without vigor any more,

And shows no endless colors as before.

注：读了一首名为《寓言》的诗，感觉很有意思，节选了其中一部分，在不完全尊重原文的基础上，凭借对英文诗歌的感觉，”写“了这首诗。