To a runner

April 5, 2019 § Leave a comment

You streak past me
And I find myself in awe of the form
The cadence effortless that it seems
Mesmerises me, like it’s driven by a mini storm
As I see your feet rhythmically distancing themselves
Gliding away from my plodding bulk
It seems to me the early morning sun himself
Is following you with his light
Like the spotlight that tracks a ballerina in flight

#running #beauty #humanbody #humanform

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