Numerous hopes we carries in life
A few hopes that becomes real
Where castles are made in sand dunes
But sand itself spreads in winds
Where hope is somewhere goes in time
We plants the seedlings in hopes
Gives proper manures in time
Watering, removing grass obstructions
Our hopes a fruitful tree of future
When the sky is full of black clouds
A hope of a good rain we expects
But the wind takes away the clouds
The hopes became futile thoughts
The world goes as ever in hopes.
No concern on events, hope for hopes.
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