Who Am I? Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

The eyes of wings, when they dream,
I know what they see, they dream of me.
They love to leap on the back of me;
When they swim, I am the sea.
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When the forest sings and claps,
I am the rider of her joy;
I'm the rhyme of her rap;
I am the rhythm of her dance.
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When the ocean swings her waist,
Watch me dance with the sea girl.
Dust and dirt love the whirl
on my festival of harmattan.
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But I'm the broom of nature
with which she sweeps the earth.
I may blow off your roof,
In the breathe of angry breath.
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And there is nothing; nothing
you can do to clip my wings
'cause freedom lives on my wings,
not on the wings of a bird.

I'm the wind, but if I'm not,
I'm must to be a poet.