Analysis of THE STONE FLOWER

THE STONE FLOWER
A stone flower of winter
my heart
its roots imprisoned, heavy
are immersed in the soil, without color

The rings of time
in a fiery rain, wrapped
red mud, crumble

A piece of sweet sounds
in the celestial light transforms me
golden skyline with veins of light
dawns
Serene stars wake me up
tender souls ... look like
with red blood my roots
they water the dreams
the stem is decorated with new flowers
that their petals in the passage
of the New Wind are painted
with a thousand colors