Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of red roses, she finds solace,
A moment's peace, a lifetime's pause,
The world fades to black and white,
As petals dance, her spirit soothes.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, a promise kept,
Eyes closed, she breathes the scented air,
The roses, like tears, fall around her,
A melancholy beauty, beyond compare.
In this stillness, she is free,
A fleeting moment, wild and carefree,
The roses, a symbol of her soul,
A beauty that makes the heart and spirit whole.
As the roses fade, their memory stays,
A bittersweet reminder of life's fleeting ways,
Yet, in their place, a new bloom will rise,
A testament to the beauty that never dies.