Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadows, beauty blooms, a rose requiem for the soul.
Lips painted red as the roses that entwine, a delicate balance of light and darkness.
The eyes, closed in reverie, drink in the scent of the flowers, lost in a world of sensual delight.
The skin, pale as alabaster, glows with an ethereal light, as if illuminated from within.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, wrap around the face, a gentle caress that soothes the senses.
In this moment, time stands still, and all that remains is the beauty of the present.