Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue.
The flowers, like tender whispers, surround her, a gentle lullaby.
Her skin, a porcelain canvas, reflects the beauty of the blooms.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a tender yet melancholic grasp.
In this serene tableau, she is both the rose and the keeper, a guardian of beauty and sorrow.
The world, in all its complexity, is distilled into this moment, a fleeting glimpse of peace.