Time is the supreme artist of universe
It sketches and paints
one's fragrance upon the canvas
the canvas of life
with the truest And purest colors …..
colours that express
colours that enlighten
colours that open one's eyes
to the inner world.
Time moves like an escalator
we all are standing on it
and constantly under attack
from our environment
time changes our age
changes our look
changes figure, mentality
and so many things
not only to human being
but to birds, beasts, trees, hills
each and everything
time changes us
from a child to a youth
youth to old
time is the supreme artist
of the universe.
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Nice metaphor! And truly time reveals every person's inner world sooner or later, be it beautiful or ugly! Thank you, I enjoyed reading it!