Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A woman lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly closed, As petals dance, like secrets, disclosed. Her hair, a tumble of silver and night, A cascade of mystery, a gentle delight, The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Stand guard, their beauty, a poignant refrain. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A world of sorrow, in her tranquil release, The roses, like tears, fallen from above, A symbol of love, in a language of endless love. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the beauty, of the roses within, A world of wonder, in the silence deep, Where love and beauty, in stillness, softly creep.