Eternal Bloom
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A figure emerges, adorned in a crown of crimson red.
Roses, the heralds of love and the whispers of time,
Cradled in hands that cradle the essence of rhyme.
The darkness is not a void, but a canvas of dreams,
Where the soul finds its voice, where the heart's song it streams.
Each petal a story, each thorn a silent plea,
For beauty that transcends, for eternity's decree.
The eyes, windows to the soul, hold the universe's gaze,
A mirror reflecting the depths of our own inner maze.
In this stillness, a storm of emotions takes flight,
A symphony of colors, a dance of light and night.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in this image so profound,
For in her gaze, you'll find the echoes of your own ground.
Let the roses bloom within you, let their thorns pierce your heart,
For in transformation lies the path to your own art.
Eternal Bloom, a testament to the soul's eternal quest,
A reminder that beauty, like life, is both fierce and blessed.