Rainy Serenade
Reflection
In the rain, she stands alone, a vision of melancholy beauty.
Her dark hair, a tangled mess, frames her face, a canvas of sorrow.
The red roses, a symbol of passion, clutched in her hand, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain.
The rain, a soothing melody, washes away her tears, as she bows her head, lost in thought.
The world around her fades, and all that's left is the gentle patter of raindrops, a lullaby to her soul.
In this moment, she is free, her heart unshackled, her spirit soaring.
The roses, a fiery glow, in the darkness, a beacon of hope, a promise of tomorrow.