Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of crimson, she finds her peace,
A world of red roses, her soul's release.
With eyes closed, she inhales the scent,
And lets the beauty of the moment invent.
Her lips, a whisper, a gentle breeze,
That rustles the petals, and stirs the trees.
In this serene landscape, she is free,
A vision of loveliness, for you and me.
The roses, a symbol, of love and desire,
A flame that burns, a heart on fire.
In this quiet moment, she is reborn,
A phoenix rising, from the ashes torn.
With every breath, she finds her strength,
And in the roses, her heart's length.