Pristine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pristine



Pristine

Mountain top, ice, snow, pristine
On the road in the town, it is mix
Some is mud and smoke, so ugly
Let me go live my life ‘pristine'.
I'd rather be hills' man: "Uncivil"
If this mess on roadside is the civ

Saturday, December 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pollution
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