Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision emerges, serene, yet far away.
A woman's face, a canvas white as snow,
Adorned with roses, red as passion's glow.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly closed,
As petals dance, like lovers, unexposed.
In this still moment, she finds her peace,
A fleeting respite, from life's wild release.
The roses, like sentinels of love and pain,
Guard her repose, and whisper secrets in vain.
In this tableau, where beauty reigns supreme,
We find the beauty, in the stillness of a dream.