My name was not born of blood.
I am the wind
just as you are.
My temper howls a mighty gale
and sings silently as summer’s breath.
Do not mistake my raindrops for anguish —
I know no desperation.
Despair cannot claim me.
No one contains me.
I am joy.
I am love.
My name
is your name.
YOUR WORDS FEEL SO TRUE …. OFFERING AUTHENTICITY….EXPRESSED IN POETICAL BEAUTY…..AS YOU DO!