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Image Credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales

What the trees so strong
Could not feel
Was a touch so wrong
That made her keel

What the breeze that blew
Could not know
Was a chill that grew
Behind that door

What the birds that chirped
Could not hear
Was a soul usurped
By bouts of fear

What the sunlit yard
Could not smell
Was a heart too charred
To lose or sell

What the tongues of cold
Could not taste
Was the bitter mold
On hatred’s waste

What the whites outside
Could not see
Was the red inside
Spilt by her tea

**Posted for Magpie Tales – Week 52… Check it out for more magic made with this prompt… **