Rose Serenade
Reflection
In slumber, she is surrounded by the velvet kiss of roses,
their crimson petals dancing in the shadows.
Her lips, a subtle smile, invite the night's whispers.
The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her peaceful repose.
In this serene tableau, beauty and mystery entwine,
like the tender tendrils of a vine that binds the heart.
The world outside recedes, and all that remains is the gentle hush
of petals unfolding, a lullaby of love and dreams.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers,
their essence infusing her being, a symphony of scent and silence.
The roses, they seem to whisper secrets, their beauty a testament
to the fleeting nature of life, and the eternal allure of the unknown.
As she sleeps, her spirit soars, unencumbered by the weights of the day,
free to roam the realms of the imagination, where love and beauty reign.
In this sanctuary of roses, she finds solace, a refuge from the world's din,
and in their beauty, a reflection of her own inner light, a guiding star.