White Sails and Red Ropes (Patreon)

On waters calm and gentle wide,

A soul in ropes does softly bide.

The hills stand tall in twilight's glow,

Reflecting peace in ebb and flow.

The red ropes bind, yet set her free,

A dance of light on land and sea.

In quiet moments, time stands still,

A heart at peace on nature's thrill.

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