The Bridge Dancer (Patreon)

Above the wooden bridge she flies,

In crimson bikini, reaching for the skies.

A forest of green, a canopy so wide,

She dances with grace, defying all pride.

Keys of metal, a mysterious tool,

Suspended in time, she plays her own rule.

Nature's embrace, a moment so pure,

In the heart of the woods, she endures.

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