Midnight Bloom
Reflection
In the shadowed light, she stands alone, her dark hair a cascade of mystery.
The red roses, a symbol of passion and heartache, clutched tightly in her hand.
The rain whispers secrets, as her eyes cast downward, lost in thought.
The darkness is illuminated by the soft glow, a beacon of hope in the night.
Her beauty is a melancholy serenade, a dance of sorrow and grace.
The roses, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain.
In this moment, she is a vision of haunting elegance, a midnight bloom.