A track of your own appears when you take out the travel maps and savor the moments for so long that you fear to forget them. Pieces of memories scattering here and there are therefore captured. Enjoy them as individual poems or as strings of continuous journeys.
0. On the HSL Ferry
Standing on a crowded deck,
I hoisted myself up to an upper seat,
Just to see a seagull hovering before me.
I reached forward, but it kept distances.
I grabbed my phone to capture the moment, but it soared higher.
Under the cloudy dome of sky, its confidence matched its spreading wings.
Could be two miles wide.
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1. On a bench near the Main Quay
Could’ve spend my day, or my life, here.
Right?
A horizon of consistent lowland.
Made up of islands of solitary indulgence.
I don’t need coffee or castles to lift my spirits.
Just a always-empty seat under the tall, fairy-like birches.
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2. In the tunnel of Jetty Barracks
The rain fell on its mood.
It was a fresh feeling.
When you realized the echoes of the cobblestones were made.
Either by footsteps, by strollers, or walking sticks of all kinds.
They formed into a curve so soft in illuminating daylight, that
I wished nothing but to sleep on it.
Even if I had to defy gravity.
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3. Inside the Suomenlinna Church
The inside was a purely carved white.
A disk-shaped light attached by a long wire from the vault ceiling.
Seemed like a harmless pendulum.
An unlikely place to think of ghost stories.
But you never know what things actually work.
Between those tough, plastered walls.
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4. On the bridge between Iso Mustasaari and Susisaari
You seemed disturbed by the quietness, the unruffled water surface.
My embarrassment confronted my inner happiness.
I could’ve faked some cool personality,
But it always dripped away like ice cream.
I had to lick it up, swallow it, and the following sensation chilled me.
“I feel like sleeping," finally I said.
Never wanted to start a war, unless it found me.
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5. Above the Beach
There was no beach.
The stairs went straight down to the grey sea.
I left the platform for the toe-like rock surface.
Got to feel the real distances of jumping over veins of crevices.
Realizing true energy sparkled under every tight grip.
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6. Amongst Sand Banks on Kustaanmiekka
I held back the urge to knock on the doors of every empty house.
As I walked up and down through the hills of withered yellow.
A door half opened on one of the triangular stone and brick walls.
Picking up one of the rain-washed daisies, I peaked inside.
Half hoping to be welcomed by Moomin, a friend of the Hobbit.
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7. Inside an opening of the Fortress wall
So this is how it feels like to be a sculpture in a niche.
To see the scene framed into individual happiness.
To watch the glow and gloom fall on the pinnacles and the passerby.
In summer, the grass would soar.
So I could only hear the world.
In winter, the snow would cover it all.
Then I would paint some fake colors on the pure white cloth.
All this time, I would stay dried and keep my warmth.
Inside the formidable fortress wall.
River on Baltic Sea 
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