A poem by Mario Ascueta Aguado
This heart of mine
drifts like suds
on river banks with folks
soiled clothes on both hands
soaping, thumping and squeezing
to wash away that poison
that marred this heart of mine.
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This heart of mine
drifts like suds
on river banks with folks
soiled clothes on both hands
soaping, thumping and squeezing
to wash away that poison
that marred this heart of mine.