Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the stillness, she stands alone, surrounded by the passionate whispers of red roses.
Her dress flows like a river of moonlight, as her hair dances with the wind.
The columns stand as sentinels, guarding the secrets of the heart.
In this moment, she is a vision of beauty, a fleeting glimpse of a dream.
The roses, like the memories of love, cling to her, a reminder of what has been and what remains.
As she gazes into the distance, her spirit whispers tales of longing and of love.
In the silence, she finds her strength, a rose requiem echoing through eternity.