Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision unfurls, a woman lost in thought, her lips a whispered promise.
The roses, like crimson tears, fall from her grasp, as the wind whispers secrets in her ear.
Her eyes, closed in reverie, hide the depths of her soul.
The delicate necklace, a thread of silver, weaves a tale of elegance and sorrow.
In this moment, she is a rose in bloom, fragile and beautiful, her beauty a requiem to the passing of time.