Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands, a vision of mystery and grace,
Her dark hair cascading like a waterfall's dark embrace,
With eyes closed, she inhales the scent of red roses' might,
A moment of serenity, in the still of the night.
The chiaroscuro dance of light and shadow on her skin,
Highlights the contours, where vulnerability and strength begin,
The roses, a symbol of passion, of love and of pain,
Echo the depths of emotion, in her serene, yet troubled refrain.
In this portrait, a story unfolds, of a woman, lost in thought,
Her beauty, a reflection, of the turmoil she's brought,
The wind whispers secrets, as her hair dances in the air,
A moment captured, in the silence, beyond compare.