Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, Their velvet petals a gentle caress, a soothing repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene form, A testament to the beauty that lies within, a beauty that transforms. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open to the soul, Drink in the essence of the flowers, making her whole. The darkness that surrounds her is not void of light, For in the shadows, the roses shine with an inner might. Their thorns, a reminder of the strength she holds within, A symbol of the resilience that guides her through life's din. As she cradles the rose, she cradles her own heart, Embracing the beauty and the pain, a brand new start. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, wild and carefree. The roses, like sentinels of love, stand guard around her, Protecting the peace that she has found, a peace that endures. In their beauty, she finds her own, a reflection of the divine, A reminder that she is loved, that she is truly alive.