[tabby title="Poem"] "You have changed."and she glows-because she knows.She hoped to have changed,to have undergone tremendous shifts.As though her being thus far had been a dormant volcano.She has healed molten wounds etched deep inside her ageless soul... She didn't wish...

[tabby title="Poem"] If I were a tree?Which would I be?That one is easy-something in-betweena willow and a baobab.What if I were an instrument?Hmm, let's see...There are the percussionsBut I've been beaten before,both with hands and sticksand I didn't quite enjoy...