Writing
It just comes to me,carried lightly on the wind,
brought past me,
swiftly, quickly,
i must snatch it,
nestling in my mind once i've reeled it in,
Teeming with life,
containing shrouded meanings and real light,
striving to break out,
to get it out before i burst,
written down,
and forever remembered.
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