On vibrant green grass kissed by dew
Under a clear limitless eternal sky
Sat motionless and lost; I.
Staring at the enlightening view
With no blink in my still eyes.
Before a smile, my lips spurted a word
Without effort and reflect
‘Pristine’, it said
Clear and bold.
Streak of thought cozened my brows
My head lowered down and I flinched my toes.
Pristine am I?
Pristine is who?
Pristine aint I.
Pristine aint you.
Pristine no mind.
Then why, “I’m clean”, say few?
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