It is not a place of peace
A tent of shade or a palace
Lotus flowers do not float there
In ponds silent or lost
I have not chosen
Nor was I chosen to be
Chance, perhaps, or coincidence
Have found me searching for me
It is not because of love
That I have loved those I once met
On serpentine roads or in cities of stone
It is because I just was there
One gets one chance
Given by chance
To pass through
And be curious about the passing
... It is not a place of peace
Nor a tent or a palace
But it is fate
Dressed as life
August 24, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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