Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, a vision emerges, a rose in her hair, a tale of beauty and sorrow.
Her eyes closed, as if in prayer, her lips painted red, a symbol of passion and fire.
The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, highlighting the curves of her face, the elegance of her features.
The rose, a token of love and loss, entwined in her hair, a poignant reminder of the transience of beauty.
In this moment, she is a statue, a work of art, a masterpiece of elegance and poise.
The world around her fades, leaving only the soft whisper of her presence, a haunting melody that lingers in the mind.
She is a rose requiem, a celebration of beauty, a lament for what is lost.