Rose Rebellion
Reflection
In a realm of red roses, she dances free,
A vision in white, a spirit wild and carefree.
Her dress unfurls like petals in the air,
As she twirls, her beauty is beyond compare.
The mirrors reflect her, a thousand times,
A kaleidoscope of elegance, a wondrous crime.
The roses surround her, a thorny throne,
As she reigns supreme, a queen, alone.
Her movement is a poem, a flowing stream,
That carries the viewer on a dreamlike theme.
In this world of roses, she is the heart,
A symbol of love, a work of art.
The light shines down, a heavenly beam,
That illuminates her, a radiant dream.
In this moment, she is free to be,
A creature of beauty, wild and carefree.