- 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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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

Your Only Choice...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay, But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The Narrowing Stream...

When it was time, to be in my mother's reach, I would have welcomed the world, with my baby scream, With my mom and dad, I made my safety team, Oh how I longed, to complete all my vaccines, By that time, I've come all the way to my teens. From then to now, I longed to see, Myself on, the highest mountain peaks, My fears ranged, covering my path with steam, This mind haunted the nights, stealing my sleep, Forever I'm stuck, with these daily routines. How on Earth are these things worth it? To trade my joy, to trade my sleep, I scare my heart, in my mind I scream, When it comes to my life, I feel like a machine, Even they do stop, at their highest degrees. I long and long, forever in life's streets, With one in hand, to the next I reach, This is how the world goes, not only for me, This life on Earth is a narrowing stream, And this stream, seems to be based, on our dreams. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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