The White Bull 🐂
Along Italia’s winding thread,
Where olive trees and dreams are bred,
A ghost of speed in silence came,
The white bull, untamed, without a name.
Marble cliffs and cypress bowed,
As engine thunder split the cloud,
Born of fire and sharp design,
A charging myth in modern shine.
It waits not long, it speaks in roars,
Then vanishes through Tuscan doors—
A fleeting glimpse, a whispered thrill,
Of legend loosed upon the hill.
Nu Wave Art Style 🌊
@clubretroscapes & @retrowaviest 🎨