Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stands, lost in thought's gray.
Her hair, a cascade of silver bright,
Dances with the wind's gentle might.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Embrace her, a heart's deepest desire.
In this fleeting moment, she is free,
A vision of beauty, wild and carefree.
The world, it fades, as she stands there,
A statue of elegance, beyond compare.
The roses, they whisper secrets sweet,
Of love and loss, of life's fleeting treat.
In this serene and mystic scene,
She finds solace, a heart serene.
The wind, it whispers truths untold,
As she stands, her story unfold.