Do you know how to make the wind sing its melody?



I have drunk the nectar of life
and become intoxicated from it;
I have been hurt by scorn and laughter
to be eternally scarred within;
I have seen the beauty of the world
as well as its hideous, cruel face;
I have listened to music of all kinds
and cried upon the notes;
I have written and sung and danced
and will until my dying day





Poet. Singer. Wild spirit. Sensitive. Dreamer.



My quill is the narrator of my life.

~Crystalline~

I'm like an object
made of glass
sitting on your windowsill

fragile, yet strong
see-through
but complex

look inside me
and see a land of possibilities
let me open your eyes

for I show
the hidden rainbow
that resides within everything








Fruits for you to pick

My personal ABC
Trivial knowledge of Calann
Calann's pictures
Coal black wings
Letters from the edge








Finnish Poetry
Daily Poem
Writing Contests
Art Contests
Elftown Graphics.





Cherish the flame within.






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