Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty a fleeting dream.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face.
Her lips, a gentle curve, invite the silence.
The light dances upon her skin, a soft benediction.
In this moment, she is both fragile and eternal, a vision of loveliness lost in the tender petals.
The roses, like memories, cling to her, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet refrain.
As she sleeps, the world holds its breath, mesmerized by her tranquil form.
In this stillness, we find our own peace, our own reflection of beauty and melancholy entwined.