Windy Nights

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On quiet nights when my breathing sounds like the winter wind
I think about the emotions floating within
I think about the world and what it means to me
I think about my future and what I plan to be
When my breathing sounds like the winter wind its because my imagination is knocking
I never knew why the key in the door to my creativity kept rocking
Its because it wants to show me the things it’s been working on while it was away
It’s been gone for a while and now it’s back to play
A moment when my mind is truly blank is rare
Kind of like finding no excitement or thrill in a dare
I wish I could display what goes on in my mind but until then I’ll keep writing
I love these windy nights when my imagination comes out of its hiding place

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