Rose Serenade

In the shadows, she stands, a vision of beauty, her red lips parted, as if to whisper a secret. The roses in her hair, a symbol of passion and love, entwined with her golden locks, like threads of fate. Her eyes closed, as if lost in thought, or perhaps, in a dream. The light dances upon her skin, casting a glow, that illuminates her very essence. She is a rose, blooming in the darkness, a fleeting moment of beauty, a serenade to the soul.