Answer:
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I can only be played on a windy day