Rose Requiem

In the darkness, she blooms like a midnight garden, her face a canvas of serene beauty, surrounded by the velvet softness of red roses. The flowers, like tender fingers, caress her skin, their deep crimson hue a testament to the passion that lies within. Her eyes, closed in contemplation, drink in the fragrance of the blooms, as if sipping the essence of life itself. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a gentle lover's caress, holding her close in a dance of beauty and mortality. In this fleeting moment, she is one with the flowers, their beauty and fragility a poignant reminder of the transience of life.