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Posted on February 20, 2010

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Just enough to carry on

There’s been a house floating over a water..
The house would wonder when the flux was so damn utter..
There lived a boy with pink spots right on his cheeks;
He was so little, sixteen in his seventeenth.

The water was green, the house kept color of grey
And sun would play, beams – as if they go pray
There was no life; there was no evil or joy,
Only green water, boat, old house and the boy…

The boy was dreamer, living in his deep down sorrow,
Oh, he would sadden it is today or tomorrow..
He loved no sun, he was the son of the dark.
Inside he needed soul to lit brighter spark!

He would sit down, holding bunch of balloons
Yellow or green, red-colored shown in cartoons.
And then the rain would come up misting the sight;
Yes it is clear – his world was drawn black & white.

He got enough, one day he set up and prayed:
“God give me mate just so that sorrow must fade;
You give me love, you show me evil and joy;
Give me a friend, so I find life to enjoy”.

Days just passed and nothing new would come up. The water was same old green, the house same old grey and the boy same old sad. He understood nothing.. There was no aim, there was no Her, there was only Him. It was only Her he was asking all about. There was no aim..

The time would pass tormenting boy in await
“It’s been a while, – no one me to call my mate”
He’d close his eyes, drifting blindly in hope
Believing love would come at the end of the rope.

We all know she would never show up.. But hope is just enough to carry on.

There was no life, there was no evil or joy
Only green water, boat, old house and the boy.

Dato Farulava

20.02.2010

Dedicated to all my peers feeling just enough to carry on.