Rose Requiem
Reflection
In a garden of red roses, she dances alone,
Her gown a swirling mist of golden tone.
The crowd watches, entranced by her gentle spin,
As petals fall like tears, and the night whispers within.
The dress, a shimmering aura, catches the light,
Reflecting the beauty of a fleeting sight.
In this moment, she is free, a vision to behold,
A fleeting dream, a memory to be told.
The roses above, a symbol of love and desire,
A backdrop for her beauty, a heart on fire.
The night air is filled with the scent of blooms,
As she twirls, lost in the magic of the perfumed rooms.
Her steps, a waltz of wonder, a dance of the soul,
A moment of enchantment, forever to be made whole.