How Is It Measured? Poem by chayamsu v r

How Is It Measured?



the rain came.
the rain drained.
some cool drops flashed into the heart,
retrieving something forgotten
somewhere else.

next time if it rains,
catch a few drops in your hands.
the drops you hold is
the amount you love me.
the drops you don't,
is the amount i love you.

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