Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her beauty unadorned, yet majestic.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her serene face, a contrast of life and tranquility.
Her lips, a subtle smile, hint at secrets kept, and dreams unfurled.
The roses, like ardent guardians, watch over her repose, their thorns a reminder of the delicate balance between grace and strength.
In this moment, she is a vessel for the beauty that surrounds her, a reflection of the roses' own mystique.
The darkness that envelops them only serves to heighten the luminosity of her presence, a beacon in the shadows.
As the roses seem to lean in, as if to listen to her heartbeat, we are reminded that beauty is not just seen, but felt, deeply.