Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of red roses, a face serene,
Eyes closed, a moment of peace unseen.
The soft petals, a gentle caress,
A soothing balm for the soul's dark mess.
The light dances, a chiaroscuro play,
Highlighting the beauty, in a gentle way.
The roses, a symbol of love and desire,
Surround the face, like a burning fire.
In this moment, all is calm and bright,
A fleeting peace, in the dark of night.
The roses whisper, a gentle, sweet refrain,
As the face basks, in their beauty and pain.
A moment's peace, in a world of strife,
A rose requiem, for the beauty of life.