Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is cradled by roses, her form a canvas of serenity.
The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her, a halo of desire and dreams.
Her lips, a gentle curve, invite the kiss of silence.
The darkness is illuminated by the soft glow of her skin, a beacon in the night.
The roses, a symbol of love and loss, entwine her, a tender lover's caress.
In this repose, she is free, her spirit unfurling like the petals of the flowers that envelop her.
The world is hushed, a quiet reverence, as if the very roses are guarding her slumber.
In this sacred space, time stands still, and all that remains is the gentle dance of beauty and tranquility.