The road middle dotted,
Line streaks dividing...
And swampy green
On both sides
Saw a horse...
Stranded
As if pondering...
Looking back the road traveled,
And
Knowing the futurity
Lies in misty foggy shape...
Unseen,
But for a horse
Fogs and mists are nothing,
For his legs are strong,
His heart is full of mirth...
And his eyes have seen roads earlier...
Roads foggy misty...
Roads with ups gigantic...
Barriers made for a jump show...
All...
So
There
Stood a horse
Recalling experience...
Upon a road
Misty foggy...
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