Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by crimson petals, A sea of red roses, a somber, sweet requiem. Her lips, a gentle whisper, a promise kept. The shadows dance upon her skin, a soft serenade. The roses, like tears, fall gently around her, A melancholy beauty, a sight to behold. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse of serenity, a dream. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, A bittersweet reminder of life's fragile cost. In this image, we find a peaceful nest, A haven of beauty, where sorrow finds rest.