Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision lies, entwined with roses' call.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near,
As petals dance, and darkness brings us here.
With eyes closed, she surrenders to the night,
A serene surrender, a peaceful, rose-lit sight.
The roses, like sentinels of love and pain,
Stand guard around her, a fragrant, crimson rain.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty and mystery entwine, a gentle will.
The roses' beauty, a reflection of her soul,
A fleeting glimpse, a moment whole.
In this quiet scene, we find our peace,
A sense of calm, the world's wild release.
The roses' softness, a balm to the heart,
A reminder of life's fleeting work of art.