It never emerged
It was cut to size
In the morning
Like a ritual
Always
This time
It emerged
When we were alone
Like a shadow
Darker
We spent time
Alone and together
It stayed
As a friend
Close
Bit unkempt
Some strands of grey
Whichever way
It still remained
Friend
over the days
It grew
It grew on me too
It was me
New
Days of recluse
were getting over
I had to head back
to the world
Of rules and rituals
real
The beard has no place
It must be cut to size
Like a ritual
Like it had never
emerged
Never imagined one cld write so much abt beardπ…π
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