I am...
a child of the wind!
where it goes, i go!
where it ceases, i cease!
when it speaks,
it is with my voice.
when it rattles the shutters
on your windows closed...
it is just me,
wanting to come in!
when it moans and howls,
it is my body
burning for yours!
when it softly blows,
i am caressing your face.
when it brings the rain,
i am coming for you...
with a torch and the gift
of life renewed!
I am that wind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So far the poems I have read, no poet imagined himself as the child of the Wind. New, creative imagination! For this aspect alone, the poem deserves the top score.