When that path
Finds your pace
On an
Ordinary
Day
When a smile
On that path
Becomes
A misty
Rhapsody
When you drink
From an empty
Cup
Laughter and
Silence
Your space is the await
For that dusty
Path
Which
Once
Found your pace
March 15, 2024
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2024
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