Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is surrounded by the beauty of red roses, A serene and peaceful scene, a moment of stillness. The roses, like her lips, are a deep, bold red, A color that speaks of passion, of life, of love that's dead. Her face, a porcelain doll, pale and smooth, A canvas for the artist's skillful brush. The roses, a symbol of love, of beauty, of decay, A reminder that all things must pass away. In this moment, she is free, untroubled by the world's din, A fleeting glimpse of peace, a respite from life's spin. The roses, like her, are fragile, delicate, and strong, A testament to the beauty that can be found in what's gone. In this image, we find a sense of melancholy, of longing, A reminder to cherish the moments we have, to keep on holding. For in the end, it's not the years that we live, but the life that we have, That truly matters, that truly makes us alive.