Who Am I
I am, whom the wind caresses
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Flying in pairs or groups,
While i stand at the window
Of my door, alone, watching.
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Silently i offer oration,
To a God seen and unseen,
I have only to gasp;
At a new bud opened.
Silently i offer oration,
For this to my mind, is
Visible presence from,
An invisible watching presence.
I am, whom the wind caresses.
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