Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a fiery kiss.
The red blooms surround her, a halo of passion and dreams.
Her skin, a canvas of porcelain, invites the shadows to dance.
The roses, like whispers, caress her, their beauty a solemn serenade.
In this stillness, she is a vision, a moment frozen in the embrace of beauty and mystery.
The roses, her companions, guard her rest, their vibrant hue a contrast to her serene repose.
In this tableau, she is the epitome of grace, a fleeting moment of beauty, lost in the reverie of the roses.