Rose Requiem

In the soft embrace of white and rose, A vision of serenity unfolds. A maiden, draped in flowing dress, Leans gently on a horse of snowy caress. The roses, like whispers of the past, Adorn the horse, a symbol that will forever last. In this tableau of elegance and peace, We find a moment to release. The world slows down, and in its stillness, We are reminded of life's gentle thrill. The maiden's gaze, a window to the soul, Invites us to let go, to make us whole. In this dance of beauty and grace, We find our own path, our own sacred space. The roses, a crown, a symbol of our own, Remind us to cherish life, to let our spirit be known.