Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A vision stirs, in white array,
Amidst the roses, red as love's own fire,
A maiden spins, with heart's deep desire.
The dress flows like a river's stream,
As petals fall, a gentle, sweet dream.
The light above, a golden glow,
Illuminates the path, as roses grow.
In this serene and mystic scene,
The beauty of the moment is made queen.
The world, in stillness, holds its breath,
As the rose requiem whispers its gentle death.
In every petal, a story's told,
Of love, of loss, of memories of old.
The maiden's heart, a vessel true,
Overflows with emotion, pure and new.