- Life is your own choice -

As long as the water flows,
It's pure water.
It flows with pride and beauty,
It's essential for the existence of life on Earth,
There's no words to describe how useful it is.
But if the water gets stagnated,
It's impure water.
It becomes the home for germs,
The causer of various diseases,
It's useless water which needs to be purified.
But in both situations it's water,
Only difference is that one flows and the other is stagnated.
As long as water is evaporated to the sky,
It reaches its heights and forms the fluffy clouds,
I'm pretty sure that most of us,
Before learning that clouds are the combination of evaporated water,
We all wanted to touch the clouds,
And live on the clouds in our beautiful little age,

But what happens to the water that do not evaporate,
It's used by human,
It's wasted by human,
It's ruined by human,
It's not wanted for anything anymore,

But slowly this water that's left down on Earth,
Stagnated, used, wasted and ruined by human,
Evaporates with time and purifies themselves,
It forms the water cycle to help all living creatures and saves itself,

As long as the water forms the roaring waves,
So rough, so salty and filled with it's unique beauty,
People rarely think of using it or destroying it,
But they do enjoy the beauty of that water more often,
This water too engage in the water cycle,

For the betterment of human and of nature.
The same applies to the human life,
As long as u flow and reach up to your heights, which should always be the sky,
You will win and enjoy your life.

But as long as u are stagnated and forget about reaching the sky,
You will be considered as the useless water.
Whatever situation u go through now,
Never forget that even though the process is long or it takes much time all forms of water is involved in the water cycle,

It's always your choice to choose your path not the choice of anyone around,
Life always flows in the direction you choose,
Good or bad, right or wrong,
Your life is your choice...

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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The Untold Goodbyes...

To the sky, a gun was fired, A bird shot down, tangled on a wire, Bidding farewell, to the life he desired, He missed a beat, that the heart required. A frizzy worm fell, off his beak, A drizzle of hay, slipt from his feet, The flock flew away, with cries and screams, While baby bird in the nest, longed for his meal. That innocent soul, lifted into the skies, With desires, hopes, and baby bird in mind, The skies absorbed, the sorrows with sighs, And mourns reigned, for an untold good bye. Tear drops escaped, the eyes of the sky, Rain drops fell, on the nest so fragile, Baby bird wondered, why isn't dad on time, Until the nest fell off, while his broken heart cried. Lying on, the muddy floor, Looking up, he saw a door, That opened wide, with a bright glow, With four wings spread wide, and a cheerful hello. A sweet chirp said, "come darling let's go", Another said "Dads with you, our little fellow",...

When The Lights Went Out...

Surrounded by four brick walls, I could not look out, they were too tall, Watching the steam escaping the spout, I looked out the windows so small. On this chilly and gloomy night, I was amazed by the stars so bright, I realized there's always some light, It's just a matter of catching our sight. At the time, everybody just frowned, My heart was filled with stormy clouds, Seated on the chilly ground, I enjoyed, the chirping sounds. Even though I had to shout, Trying hard to chase away the stormy clouds, With a prayer requesting for a favor, To the lessons taught by nature, My head I bowed, On the gloomy night, When the lights went out. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

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