Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, she finds her solace, a rose-tipped reverie.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise of secrets untold.
The light dances upon her skin, a chiaroscuro waltz, as she surrenders to the mystery.
In her eyes, a deep well of emotion, a tale of love and loss, of dreams and desires.
The rose, a symbol of her heart, a flame that burns bright and true.
In this moment, she is free, a fleeting beauty, a rose requiem.