I have no heart and so I cannot feel

  I have no teeth and uncombed I remain;

My hairs silk threads become a tangled briar..
Men gaze on me with ruthless, cold disdain
My visage does no longer light their fire.


I have no mind and so I cannot think

I cannot love nor hate now I grow tired.

Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is that man with care and with desire?

I have no heart,for it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life’s long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.

For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crow


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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