Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds her solace, a dance of light and darkness.
The roses woven in her hair, a symbol of love and loss.
Her eyes closed, as if in prayer, or perhaps in reverie.
The red lips, a whisper of secrets untold.
The lace upon her skin, a delicate balance of fragility and strength.
In this moment, she is a world unto herself, a universe of emotion and mystery.
The roses, like her heart, both beautiful and bruised.