Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her silver hair a river of moonlight.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her tranquil face.
Her skin, a canvas of serene beauty, glows with an ethereal light.
The roses, symbols of love and loss, entwine her, a gentle lover's caress.
In this peaceful repose, she is a vision of beauty, a fleeting moment of stillness.
The roses, like memories, cling to her, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet truth.
Yet, in her sleep, she is free, unencumbered by the weight of the world.
Her beauty is a balm, soothing the soul, a reminder of the tranquility that awaits us all.