Written by Emily Harstone | February 6, 2018
Out of this rubble I rise…
This is not my beautiful plane!
Beyond the horizon, there was hope.
He waited atop the trashed airliner.
Yet, they were no more humans.
I tried to fly, but crashed.
. . . then we ran out of fuel.
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Out of this rubble I rise…
This is not my beautiful plane!
Beyond the horizon, there was hope.
He waited atop the trashed airliner.
Yet, they were no more humans.
I tried to fly, but crashed.
. . . then we ran out of fuel.