Tranquil Bench Moment (Patreon)

By the lake's calm, reflective face,

She lies in grace, embracing space.

Red threads weave through her form,

In nature's lap, she is reborn.

Legs raised high, she touches sky,

A dance of peace, where dreams comply.

Ornate bench, a throne so fine,

In this green world, she's divine.

Serene waters, a gentle breeze,

In this moment, she finds her ease.

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