Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, a maiden stands, her beauty on display. Her hair, a cascade of silver, flows like the night, as red roses surround her, a passionate, mournful sight. The wind whispers secrets, as her dress flows free, a vision of elegance, in melancholy's glee. In this fleeting moment, she is lost in thought, her heart, a canvas, where emotions are brought. The roses, like tears, fall around her feet, a testament to love's bittersweet retreat. In this serene, yet sorrowful scene, we find our own heart's deepest dream.