In the quiet realm where blood vessels weave, A benign growth starts to gently breathe. A hemangioma, a simple name, Yet within, a story of vascular fame.
Capillary kind, bright red and raised, On infant skin, it’s often amazed. A tender bloom in a fleeting phase, Shrinks away as time softly sways.
Deeper still, a cavernous friend, With dilated vessels that extend. In skin or liver, it may reside, Its larger form in layers hide.
Mixed types blend the tales of two, Capillary's red and cavernous hue. Though benign, they softly unfold, Their nature calm, their story told.
Most harmless, they live without fray, Unless complications come into play. For those who grow or cause dismay, Treatments like lasers may lead the way.
In the dance of life, these vessels entwine, A benign presence, gentle and benign. From skin to organs, their journey they trace, In the vast expanse of the body's embrace.
