Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she finds solace among the crimson blooms,
A sea of red roses, a tranquil, dream-filled room.
Her porcelain skin, a canvas of serene repose,
A gentle hand cradles the soft, velvety rose.
The world outside recedes, and in this moment, she's free,
A vision of beauty, bathed in soft, ethereal glee.
The roses, like whispers, surround her, a gentle hush,
As she surrenders to the beauty, her spirit's gentle rush.
In this tableau of tranquility, she finds her peace,
A refuge from life's turmoil, her soul's release.
The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her resting place,
As she sleeps, surrounded by their beauty, a sacred space.