Flowing Grace (Patreon)

A silken dress, a gentle sway,

Through sunlit woods, she finds her way.

A whispered breeze, a brighter day,

Lost in the dance, she longs to stay.

The trees stand guard, a verdant screen,

As shadows play and light descends.

A moment captured, pure and keen,

Where nature's beauty never ends.

A spirit free, a joyful flight,

Lost in the woods, bathed in light.

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