Mous Ta Che

iSharvi

DAY 33

As the soul walks

The steps

Finding his seat in the motionless bus

The moustache comes into sight

An impression

Of a fiery scene of cane fields

Bleaching with age, perhaps

Orange becomes the new white

Groomed by trimming and styling

With the elixir of life

The painter’s brush

With its fire of life

Goes unnoticed......

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