Chasing legs

Taciturn evening and tense calm undaunted by fate You advanced my way you pretended to disappear your wake fixed on me I woke up in a hurry your essence enlightened me and I followed you Without realizing you ran away from me without feeling my motor You arrived at your port I surprised you my light illuminated you Thousands of legs empty souls buried in your trunk Mi Retratito Poetry #MiRetratitoPhoto #MiRetratitoPoetry