Failing to fly

We are not worried we have failed.
We have tried and fall to an earth,
The farmers are quietly furrowing.
Sun is too hot for our soft mouth.

It does not matter we have failed.
The farmers quietly plough lands
And sun is burning in eastern sky
And vow, our mornings are intact.

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