The gift of grey even to man's hair
Is the gift of beauty
And not the gift of age
A young man's hair blossoms in grey
His youthfulness exposed
In some beauty the world relishes to behold
Passing on highway A 343
At Biase beauty bestrides the roadside
In a green moringa tree
With all its green leaves swallowed
By the grey beauty of its flowers
This is where passersby giraffe to see
That the beauty of grey
Nature has not wrapped in leaves of monopoly
Only for man.
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