Rose Requiem

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.