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inspiration – mandibelle16
A Storm is coming, ITSUKI could feel it in his bones.
The elm branches danced over the the river like a brush on canvas
Painting it’s picture
Like the silk to his finger tips is her hair to the breeze.
“ITSUKI ” father come play
Memories drift away.
He could see her tears and did not ask why.
Again, why again?
The image of her swinging from the tree, right outside,
cold and still it is to much to bare.
“Grandpa, Grandpa come play” the twins call