Some day,
In a one long summer day,
You might find the lost trail
Burnt with hell fire
Lit up by its own flesh
Under a far far mountain canopy.
Clouds may whisper
With puzzled earth dwellers
" It was flying ok
Till the last nosedive"
Somewhere ....
Unseen from mundane eyes
Might lie the black box
In a deep , shrubby valley
With years of distress signals
Crashed in to a one long good bye
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