If One Can Be A Shape Shifter

If one can shapeshift

I’d be a wolf.

Roaming the endless mountains before me

Would be a blessing.

Catching whiffs of the fragrant flowers

While running.

Hearing the wind whistling,

The leaves rustling,

As my paws are hustling,

To a serene clearing

Where all is quiet

And I can be free

But only if one can shapeshift.
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isabelle.chen

VT

20 years old

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