a droplet of rain when it hits your head
is no longer a droplet of rain
it becomes an idea and an idea is always
for the universe
it is not you, neither shall it become yours
it becomes an ocean
there is no trace of my name neither yours
there is not a hint of any title
ownership is strange, it cannot be understood
in this realm
what love is there is not just for you
it is not just you
it comes, it touches, it changes
everyone
everything
do not claim it as exclusively yours,
it isn't
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