Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of her eyelids, a rose blooms.
A fleeting beauty, a moment's peace.
The soft caress of light on her skin,
A gentle breeze that stirs the heart within.
The rose, a symbol of love and desire,
A flame that burns, a passion that aspires.
In the stillness, she finds her strength,
A quiet resolve, a heart at length.
The darkness fades, the light prevails,
As she rises, her spirit unfurls.
With every breath, she claims her space,
A quiet revolution, a gentle pace.
The rose, a reminder of her might,
A beauty that shines, a guiding light.
In the silence, she finds her voice,
A whispered truth, a heartfelt choice.