Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a subtle smile.
The red blooms surround her, a fiery halo in the dark.
Her skin, a porcelain canvas, untouched by the vibrant flowers.
The world is hushed, and in this stillness, she finds peace.
The roses, like whispers, surround her, their scent a gentle lullaby.
In this serene tableau, beauty and tranquility entwine.
The darkness recedes, and for a moment, all is calm.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, cradle her in their velvet softness.
In this quiet, she is free.