Rose Requiem

In slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet touch of red roses. Their petals, like whispers, gently caress her skin, As the soft breeze whispers secrets, only known within. The world outside fades, and in this moment, she is free. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her peaceful nest. In this serene tableau, beauty and melancholy entwine, A dance of light and shadow, where love and loss are divine. Her lips, a subtle smile, hint at secrets unspoken, As the roses, like embers, glow with a deep, inner light. In this stillness, she is reborn, her spirit renewed, As the roses, like a lover's kiss, gently touch her soul. In the silence, she finds her voice, a whispered promise, A declaration of hope, in the face of life's unknown. The roses, like a symphony, play their final refrain, As she, in slumber, finds her peace, her heart restored.