Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the depths of slumber, she finds solace, surrounded by the velvet petals of red roses.
The soft glow of her skin is a canvas of serenity, as if the flowers have imparted their tranquil essence to her being.
Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets to the shadows, while her eyelids, like delicate petals, conceal the mysteries within.
The roses, like sentinels of love, guard her repose, their thorns a reminder of the beauty and pain that entwine.
In this fleeting moment, she is one with the flowers, a fleeting harmony of flesh and petal, a symphony of red and white, a dance of light and shadow.