Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden sits, lost in thought's gray.
Her hair, a cascade of silver bright,
Dances with wind, a wistful sight.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Surround her, a heart's deep desire.
In white, she wears the veil of dreams,
A vision of beauty, it seems.
The world outside fades, lost in the haze,
As she communes with love's sweet, secret ways.
In this still moment, time stands still,
And in the roses, her heart's deep will.
The wind whispers secrets, soft and low,
As she sits, surrounded, lost in thought's dark woe.
Yet, in the beauty, she finds her peace,
A solace in the roses' crimson release.