Upon the twisted steel
She stands alone
Her imagination left intact
Above and beyond what was certain
What was known
She found only the unknown
Her world left in shards
Her heart left in tatters
All reprehensible
Nothing recognizable
Nothing sensible
What is she
Where is she
Amid the blowing breeze
She only sees the smoke
Nothing green remains on the trees
Nothing blue can be seen in the sky
The only color is the red on her dress
The only light is fading from her eyes
The stairway to heaven won't
Be climbed this time
The yellow haired angel
Can already spread her wings
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