He sat early in the dawn before the mirror everyday
He had a beautiful profile which only he had seen, perhaps ;
He dressed himself in black-white and painted his face black-white.
He lived in a green area in the suburb
He knew how the trees, birds and people in his locality walked;
He could see how they emoted,
He knew what happened in the households
And what was written on the paper.
Children called him the black-white man;
Adults, the mime artist.
He had no mom and dad.
When he was a child, he found a man dressed black-white
Being paid by people for his strange actions
It was that day he chose the art for his daily bread
People cried, laughed , made numerous faces as he performed!
They offered him coins which made him content enough
He died at an early age
He was buried in the local cemetery
With white lilies from every home
And Prayers by the Priest!
He never knew what he did to the town