Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A serene visage, veiled in red roses' thrall, Eyes closed, as if in slumber's gentle call, The world outside recedes, and peace enthralls. The roses, like whispers of a lover's sigh, Enfold her, a tender, crimson canopy, Their petals soft as skin, their scent a sweet goodbye, As she surrenders to the beauty that surrounds her, and the world drifts by. In monochrome repose, her features shine, A beacon of calm, in a world that's often unkind, The roses, a fiery halo, that frames her face divine, A symbol of love, that in stillness, is defined. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A rose among roses, wild, and full of glee, Her spirit, like the flowers, unbound, and carefree, A fleeting glimpse, of serenity.