Answer:
I make things short but I am pretty long myself
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
They come out at night without being called. They are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.