Sunken seeds of fruits
only quenched by lakes
An upward struggle
through mountainous earth
If acsension suceeds
only sandstorms await
If heavens are sought
rain turns acidic
Even through potential grace
supernovas become kinetic
Only in darkness of time
the answer must rely
But the minutes of failure
keep the ability to fly
Now aeons of children
fall from the sky
But none will be given
the right to die.
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