The Breeze of Memories, poetry written by David Dephy at Spillwords.com
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The Breeze of memories

The Breeze of Memories

written by: David Dephy

I am standing in front of the mirror, the reflection
of myself is asking me: “Would life be better if we
could forget the past? Would life be better if we could
forget the present second? Forget its very second when
we are trying to stay alive here – in this multi-language
labyrinth of our wishes called New York City?” I am feeling
the joy is dawning in me, I am feeling breeze is near and
guessing right away – I am being dreamt by myself.

Am I dying into the void? I don’t think so. I don’t
know. But I can feel the flow of memories. I can hear.
It has a gold-color body – I am hearing its crystal voice,
the breeze is singing for me: “The memories always
tell us what is right and what’s not, memories are the
winds, all kinds of memories, beautiful or ugly make life
worth living and make death impassable.” Yet I am
guessing right away – I am being dreamt by myself.

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