Severed ties

When rain stands still,

water sheds it's tears.

Like  paper and quill,

oil and gears.

 

One is only one,

without the other.

The moon to sun,

a child to mother.

 

Frozen in that moment, 

riding butterflies, 

The silence is abhorrent, 

severed ties. 

 

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