Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A tranquil escape, where petals softly repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her form, A gentle lullaby, as the world succumbs to the norm. Her lips, a subtle smile, invite the roses near, A delicate dance, where beauty and peace appear. In this serene tableau, time stands still, As the roses weave their magic, and her spirit fulfills. The soft, monochromatic hue of her skin, Contrasts with the vibrant red, a sensual kin. The roses, like guardians, watch over her rest, A symbol of love, that forever is nest. In this moment, she is free, untethered and light, A fleeting glimpse, of a beauty, so divine and bright.