Blossoms of Eternity
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson petals, a soul ascends,
A canvas of shadows and light, where beauty transcends.
The woman's gaze, a silent plea, a timeless grace,
Her lips, a promise of secrets, a kiss of space.
Roses, the heralds of love and loss, surround her face,
Each petal a whisper, each thorn a trace.
Her eyes, closed in repose, yet open to the sky,
A journey of transformation, where the heart takes flight.
The darkness cradles her, a shroud of mystery,
A mirror of the soul, where dreams find their destiny.
This is not just a portrait, but a portal, a door,
To the depths of the heart, where beauty forever soars.
In this moment, we see ourselves, reflected in her gaze,
A reminder of the eternal, the unyielding, the purest of days.