In a stream where waters softly flow,
A figure lies in nature's glow.
Red ropes weave a tale of art,
In tranquil bonds, a peaceful heart.
Mossy cushion, green and bright,
Holds a secret, pure and right.
Bound in beauty, serene and still,
A dance of ropes, a perfect thrill.
In the embrace of earth and sky,
A moment captured, where time stands by.
In the art of restraint, a soul finds grace,
In the heart of nature, a sacred space.
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