Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the embrace of red roses, she finds solace, her eyes closed to the world, her lips a vibrant kiss against the monochrome canvas of her skin.
The flowers, like tender fingers, cradle her, a gentle lover's caress.
In this serene tableau, time stands still, and the beauty of mortality is revealed.
The roses, symbols of love and loss, surround her, their thorns a reminder of life's bittersweet nature.
Yet, in this moment, all is peace, as if the world's din has been stilled by the soft rustle of petals.
Her tranquility is a balm, a reflection of the beauty that lies within the depths of sorrow.
In the rose requiem, she is free, her spirit entwined with the flowers, a dance of light and shadow, a celebration of the fleeting nature of life.