There is something strangely distinct about my black beard. It is originally black but the colour spread on it is completely not actual, said diligently the bearded man. His instant reply was straight at the man’s quick query. The question was necessitated owing to the man’s confusion to see his relatively dark black beard on his expansive face.
Not even a single speck of whiteness was visible if one dares to look at his beard from a short distance. It does not mean he has not married. His real age does not reflect in his hairy beard which shrouds no style. His beard reflected the simplest customary style. He even did not appear to have been elicited to gel his beard hairs into an updo and then wag his tongue in favour of his black beard with an air of satisfaction.
He does not feel particularly strongly about either, but the whole colouring of the beard seems like more of a compromise and less of a big deal. Without a sense of elegance, he flashes his black beard before one and all. He was not sustaining any particular gesture by sticking with his beard in a rather desired aesthetics. He was never going to furnish on his broad intention of the beard colouring.