Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, a soul blooms,
A canvas of crimson petals, a crown of thorns.
The woman's visage, serene yet enigmatic,
A silent testament to the beauty of the transient.
Red roses, vibrant and alive, cradle her face,
A paradox of love and pain, life and decay.
The darkness envelops her, yet she shines,
A beacon of resilience in the void of night.
Her eyes, closed in repose, speak of dreams,
Of journeys taken and paths yet to be walked.
The roses, a talisman of passion and loss,
Whisper secrets of the heart, untold and eternal.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror,
Reflecting the duality of existence,
The dance between light and shadow,
The eternal bloom of the human spirit.
In her stillness, we find our own reflection,
A reminder that beauty can emerge from darkness,
That even in the quietest moments,
There lies the power to transform and transcend.