From an island, and in the middle of nowhere
And from a place, where to far from any town or village;
But only a place for solitude and rest for every stranded vessel,
That lost within desperation, to overseas and salted bay.

To where the sun rises,
Beautiful like an eye color
Of apple, orange and sweet taste of mango;
But hurts like every stranded pride from bitterness and burning heat.

And unto the island alone and lonely,
A place indeed for solitude and rest.
But no voice of any mans cry but a place,
To where the mind was drifted to madness and hopeless thoughts.

Then finally a bottle came,
For how many days has it been
For scribbles of writings to convey feelings;
However just a bottle saying help from the middle of nowhere.

Over days and months of waiting,
And bitterness by bitterness, yet no sign of any help;
Nor any sign for ships to pass by the island,
Or any hope to live on.

Then thats where life began renew,
We dont need bottle to conver message from one to another;
Because what we need was a companion.
And companions are everywhere whether tribes or animal.

Life indeed was solitude and desolate place of loneliness,
But there is light within the solitude and barren area;
And there is hope when we pursue to live on,
Without counting how many days to live.

Because there is something worth to live in,
Its not what you have and its not whats suppose to be done;
Because our mission lies in every stranded area,
But true life is so lonely without anyone, but that won't happen any longer.
© The Book owl
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