By David Dephy

The storms displace the world
without washing us away.
A few centuries pass.
The air fills with the same sound,
with the same smell and memories,
love of our life. In the front yard
we see some familiar faces, again,
and the lilac is studded with rays.
The world is lost, but we are young again.
We try to win our life back, we say
thank you past for lessons—
we are ready, that is the point
of breathing, many have gone forever,
as in old news, saying a few messages
we don't remember.


Published December 7th, 2022


David Dephy -- A Georgian/American award-winning poet and novelist. The founder of Poetry Orchestra and an author of full-length poetry work Eastern Star (Adelaide Books, NYC, 2020) and A Double Meaning, also full-length poetry work with co-author Joshua Corwin. (Adelaide Books, NYC, 2022) The 1st place winner of THE ARTISTS FORUM Poetry Award in New York 2021. He is named as Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, Incomparable Poet by Statorec, Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily. He lives and works in New York City.




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