Rose Requiem
Reflection
In a sea of red roses, she floats, a vision of serene beauty.
Her eyes closed, her lips a deep crimson, she is one with the flowers that surround her.
The roses, like tears of blood, fall around her, a symbol of love and loss.
The smoke that rises from her hand, a whisper of memories past.
In this moment, she is free, her spirit entwined with the beauty that surrounds her.
The roses, a reminder of the passion and the pain, the joy and the sorrow.
She is the rose, and the rose is her.