Midnight Rose
Reflection
In the shadows, she stands alone, her dark hair a cascade of night.
The roses, a fiery contrast, burn with a passion that cannot be tamed.
Her eyes, closed in reverence, drink in the beauty of the blooms.
The world around her fades to black and white, but the roses remain, a vibrant splash of color in a monochrome world.
She is the guardian of the roses, the keeper of their secrets.
In their beauty, she finds solace, a reflection of her own inner turmoil and peace.
The roses are not just flowers; they are a symbol of her strength, her resilience, and her beauty.