Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A figure emerges, cloaked in the embrace of red.
Roses, vibrant and bold, weave through her fiery hair,
A crown of passion, a testament to despair.
Her eyes, closed in repose, yet speak of endless dreams,
A silent symphony of emotions that stream.
The darkness cradles her, a canvas of the night,
Where beauty and mystery intertwine in flight.
The roses, symbols of love and loss, adorn her form,
A talisman of life's fleeting, transient storm.
Her presence is a paradox, both fragile and strong,
A mirror to the soul, where secrets are sung.
In this moment, she stands as a beacon of grace,
A reminder that beauty can rise from the base.
Let her be your guide, through the shadows and light,
To find the eternal bloom within your own sight.