I Am The Wind Vane (Tuanortsa)

Poem By Leslie Alexis

I am the wind vane.
I depend on the wind
To turn.
It is my energy.
I need what wind gives
To be me.
I am the wind vane.

I am the wind vane.
To be me
I need what wind gives;
It is my energy.
To turn,
I depend on the wind.
I am the wind vane.

Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis

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