Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of red roses, she finds solace, her eyes closed in reverence.
The darkness whispers secrets, as petals unfold like tender fingers.
Her lips, a crimson kiss, inviting the night to stay.
The world fades, leaving only the scent of roses and the gentle hum of silence.
In this stillness, she is free, a monarch of dreams, where beauty and melancholy entwine like the thorns and blooms of her floral crown.