Beauty & Meaning

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 

When tomorrow comes, A lot will be done by dusk, Many will still remain undone, Just like previous times. When tomorrow comes, Time will stretch to the end, To accomplish task of yesterday, That was left for the next day. When tomorrow comes,  Nothing will be done,  A lot will be left undone, Till a lifetime is spent. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The fate of time, A mystery unfolding, Many eons gone by, It remains unsolved. The fate of time, A story in writing,  With different actors, Experiencing different lives  The fate of time, Its beginning is unknown None can tell its end, It is the bane of mankind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The state of our hearts, Can be seen on our faces,  Is heard in our voices, Can be felt in our words. The state of our hearts,  Can't be hidden for long, Soon it will be seen,  By all and sundry.  The state of our hearts,  Is the sum of our thoughts,  the product of our experiences, Guide your words, thought and heart. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some days you find the muse, so easy it comes to you like second nature, Some days it comes after a while, after you have scratched and tried to find it out, Some days it is lost,like dry, empty arid desert with no life, But still you must create, because it's human nature to create. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com