Eternal Rose Whisper
Reflection
In the embrace of shadows, where light dares to tread,
A soul blooms, adorned by the crimson of a rose.
Her gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, holds the weight
Of secrets whispered by the wind, yet never spoken.
The rose, a talisman of love and pain, cradles her breath,
Its thorns a testament to the beauty of scars.
Her eyes, pools of mystery, reflect the world's unrest,
Yet in her stillness, there's a power that transcends.
The smoke that curls around her is the smoke of dreams,
A veil that shields her from the harshness of the light.
Her presence is a paradox, both fragile and strong,
A reminder that beauty often hides in the dark.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey of the soul,
Where transformation lies in the quiet, in the still.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves, our own desires,
And in her embrace, we find the courage to rise.
The eternal rose whispers, 'You are not alone,'
In her, we find the strength to face what we've become.
For in the shadows, where light dares to tread,
Transformation blooms, as eternal as the rose.