purity...

Purity,
always questioned...
Just a whiff of smoke,
shrivelled soft petal...
Dead,
for life...

But
purity surrounds,
even the dark...
Like a lotus...
Flourishing,
inside the filthy pond...

where is it?
in the heart,
of innocence...
where is it?
in the words,
words of kindness...

It’s a moment,
crystalled timeless...