Whispers of the Woods (Patreon)

Auburn tresses, a flowing grace,

Lost in the woods, a tranquil space.

A white dress whispers, a gentle trace,

Sunlight dappled on her face.

The trees surround, a verdant hue,

A moment captured, serene and bright.

Her gaze ascends, a hopeful view,

Lost in a dream, bathed in light.

The world fades out, a silent plea,

A woodland spirit, wild and free.

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