Universal...

a dropp of rain when it heads your head
is no longer a dropp of rain

it becomes an idea and an idea is always
for the universe

it is not at 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

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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