Freedom Found in Restraint
Added 2024-07-24 20:00:06 +0000 UTCIn a world where freedom flies,
She stands bound, eyes closed to the skies.
Her form is a canvas of red,
An artist's muse, both captive and freed.
The ropes dance around her frame,
A silent symphony, a game.
Of life in stillness, caught in time,
She waits for the music to chime.
Her eyes are closed, yet she sees,
The world beneath her in ecstasy.
For every moment holds its own bliss,
In this dance of suspended hiss.
So let her be, this bound beauty,
A statue of strength and quiet duty.
She is more than meets the eye,
A goddess in red, standing high.
