Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her face a canvas of serene beauty.
The red blooms surround her, a fiery halo that contrasts with her porcelain skin.
Her lips, a subtle invitation, curve gently, as if savoring a secret.
The shadows dance upon her face, a chiaroscuro that heightens the mystique.
The roses, like passionate whispers, envelop her, their velvet softness a gentle caress.
In this moment, she is both fragile and powerful, a guardian of the beauty that lies within.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a tender yet unyielding grasp.
As she sleeps, the world slows, and in the stillness, her beauty is revealed, a fleeting glimpse of the divine.