Filth
To endure my living
to spiritual purification,
I washed it
with several detergents
as my filthy dirty clothes
several times in my whole life.
Black hairs in my head
took its color off turning grey
Like the water soluble one.
The tender skin
Wrinkled
Like the skin of an old tree.
My far-sighted eyes
Blurred
As the tainted mirror.
Scrubbing me on the time stone,
I worn myself out instead.
The vestiges of my soul
………………………
Remained as it's.
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