The Whisper of a Flower

In the silence of the evening, a flower unfolds,
petals of dream, in a whisper that defies the wind,
among uncertain clouds and the bending sky,
and the last beat of a dying petal.
A fragile spirit that dares to cross the azure,
entrusted with hope, with a subtle love,
that defies fate with a smile among tears,
and whispers to the world That even the sunset can be reborn.