Auburn tresses, a flowing grace,
Lost in the woods, a tranquil space.
A white dress whispers, a gentle trace,
Sunlight dappled on her face.
The trees surround, a verdant hue,
A moment captured, serene and bright.
Her gaze ascends, a hopeful view,
Lost in a dream, bathed in light.
The world fades out, a silent plea,
A woodland spirit, wild and free.
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