Am I the wind?
Or am I the rain?
The puffs of air I make,
Do they come from me?
Am I the wind?
Am I the rain?
Maybe, I am the sea?
For I flow unending,
Yet with no start.
Am I the wind?
Am I the rain?
No...
I am the heart.
I am the heart of poetry.
And with this said,
I am me!
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem