Beauty & Meaning

Lost time can't be gotten back, Like spilt milk, it's lost and irredeemable,  Just like the wind, we cannot trace its path, Slowly it moves, quickly it's gone, Just like that, a lifetime is spent,  Time once lost, is gone for good. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com

The heart is fertile ground for everything to grow  The good, the bad, the pleasant and unpleasant,  All can be nurtured within the  mind terrain, Soon enough, all seeds will manifest themselves,  The mind is a fertile ground, it is the nursery where thoughts are groomed. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The perfect time is your present time, Not later, or sometimes in the future, A later time will never ever come, So it has been, so it will be, The perfect time is that in your hands, The present time, is the only perfect time. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Wide thoughts, unlimited imagination, The human mind is a limitless device, A thought is conceived, then it's nurtured,  Soon it's brought to existence, the mind is brought to life, A spectacle of awe, that baffles reasoning,  The human mind is a device, that knows no limit. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Last day of January.  February about to start, One month gone,  More to follow, Time doesn't wait, Neither should you wait. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 

The flavour of love varies It varies in situations and realities, Sometimes it cool and sweet, Sometimes is crude and tough, Many times it is blend of flavours, Like sweet, sour, tasty, soft, tough and many more, It's balance that matters, little proportions of the sour and tough, Then more of the sweet, soft and other pleasant flavours,  The flavours of love isn't fixed, each tend to get what they accept. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com