When the wind blows thoughts my way, that I fear will disappear,
Reaching out for my pen, I capture them to keep them near.
I write them down lest I forget when things crowd up my mind.
Then later on I sort them out to see what I might find.
Ideas are brought to life with words to which you may relate,
No food, nor riches, can fulfill this hunger I must sate.
Giving my heart, sharing my dreams, through words has been my fate.
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