My Rose

In silence, it breathes, in stillness, it sighs.

The statue knows the laughter and tears,
Haunted by dreams and forgotten fears,
A soul encapsulated in a timeless embrace,
A bridge between worlds, a sacred space.

Though motionless here, it speaks to the soul,
With every glance, we become whole,
For in its stillness, life’s essence unfolds,
A beautiful paradox, a treasure untold.