on a window pane.
Each individual drop of rain for
each significant life.
Alone, segmented, sole.
Till the winds of change,
or the movements of time,
breeze across the pane,
juggle and shift,
adjust and lift,
and two drops become one.
Have you noticed how two drops of water merges into one?
They lean towards each other, and be conjoined
in a new spot in the middle of them.
They leave their current position,
never looking back at their solitude,
and merge into one well-endowed drop.
Twice the value,
twice the nutrients,
twice the talent.
In one.
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