I write this poem to the unknown friend
(To the one who divides the sand)
To the one who doesn't pretend
To be someone that she's not and
(Instead of living under a rock)
She lives under variable stars
And plays a beautiful guitar
Who takes time to think on her own
(And is comfortable being alone)
Where she can make a choice
(Not influenced by any one voice)
Who's destiny's not conformity
(Who defies the unwritten rules of society)
My dear, perhaps one day
We'll meet for a cup of coffee!
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