Pristine

A Poetry

Pristine, Is the life, That lives, Inside us.

Pristine, Is the breath, That borne, Our existence.

Pristine, Is the love, Of a mother, For a child.

Pristine, Is the ceiling, Of the Sistine chapel, Where man meets God.

Pristine, Is the love, That you, Hold inside.

Pristine, Is the moment, That you look, Somebody in the eye.

Pristine, Is the look, When you, Can’t stop the smile.

Pristine, Is the purity, Of the heart, That gets harmed many times.

Pristine, Is your existence, So just love yourself, All the time.