Beauty
Is
What you love
Without
Knowing
Your
Goal is
To reach
A point in time
Where you were
Expected
To be
Then taste it
As if a morning
Chocolate in Bruges
Before you take
The midnight train
From somewhere
To go
To somewhere
New
Do not avoid
Do not forget
At that point in time
Expect to become
Who
You always were
For poetry
Does not have to
Rhyme
To make you
Feel good
In your
Skin
As long as
Your skin
Of travels parched
Enjoys
Wrapping
You
January 17, 2026
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2026
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