Clean, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Clean,
Clean me with purity,
Iam losing my breathe,
That I need quintessential ether,
Maturity is my understanding,

I need clean and pure thought,
That I may breathe again and give a life,
Clean is pure,
Thoughts are not like caper's,
But a thought of no petty or attificial,
We are ignorant of a thing more Blessed,
We are not mature anymore in false pity,
Either way the earth is waiting for a clean thought,
Thoughts that are not greedy,
But lovely with timing.