Rose Serenity
Reflection
In the stillness, she finds peace, surrounded by roses red and bright.
Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, bathed in soft, ethereal light.
The roses, like guardians of her tranquility, watch over her as she sleeps.
Their deep red hue, a symbol of passion and love, that in slumber, she deeply feels.
With every breath, her soul revives, as the roses whisper secrets, she survives.
In this moment, time stands still, and all that's left is the gentle thrill.
Of being, of living, of loving, in the beauty that the roses bring.
Her hair, a cascade of night, against the porcelain of her skin so bright.
The roses, a fiery halo, that frames her face, a work of art divine.
In slumber, she is free, her spirit soaring, as the roses dance, wild and carefree.
The world, it fades away, as she rests, surrounded by the roses' sweet, sweet sway.
And when she wakes, she'll carry the peace, of this moment, deep within her heart's release.
The roses, a reminder, of the beauty, that in stillness, she'll forever find.
In the rose's embrace, she is home, where love and peace, forever roam.
With every petal, a story's told, of a soul, that's gentle, young, and old.
The rose serenity, a balm to her soul, a reminder of the beauty, that makes her whole.