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O the one, I have to discover
lost in the chaos, you nature lover...

Thinking of the turn you took        
to live your way, by hook or crook
sleeping in the dark, wearing the sky
on the mat of green grass, wet or dry
Standing on the terrace, lost in the stars
amazed by the subtle reality of ours.
walking the path, a few ever try
without even saying, "Why me" Why,
trying to fly
from the public eye
to identify
who am I...

O you beautiful soul,
behaving as if drowned in a blackhole,
finding the goal;

Hiding a universe,
while writing this verse,
a world that only your secret diary knows
or the subconscious river which inside flows

O my dear romantic fool,
you must dance in the Luontoa pool,
it took years and years to become what you are
So, please smile like a wild sunflower...