The flower of my soul

Many jewels are beneath the darkness and extremely full of paths of oblivion.

With the humility of death chains my soul, I wish always that I have inhabited this earthly world, which becomes a theater of my sad misery.

But no one knows if that flower where my soul lies, will find new lands with a glory without death, since many flowers like me give off without wanting, the sweetest perfume, which is wrapped in the deep solitudes.

That is why I am a coveted flower, since silence and night settled there in that divine flower, but it is my crypt whose key is lost without the light of reason. .