Flowers in what will come Wishes and hope are richly blind, never knowing what reality will find. Seeing the trees dressed in green, Then testing the air and deeming it to be clean, who knows whats in the futures mind? Birds often tastes how deep the air maybe for man, but not all times will flowers on the heart not be wounded by the smoothest air line. when clothes are wet, we wait for the sun to awake, Who knows maybe it has died in its sleep so it will be in vain for our hope to trust its clock and rope. ©philzz mutafya chisunka wishes and hopes are blind
