Literature
She
She walks barefoot, holding the corners of her white dress.
Rushing into the crowd, the girl says "Good Bye."
The passengers whisper to each other, her skirt is stained by mud.
The person that she was waiting for didn't come. Nobody came, "Good Night."
The subway came roaring, lively yet lonely.
Station after station, she says "Good Bye."
Her eyes are sweating; she wipes it with the back of her hands.
Time passes too quickly, the clock ticks too slowly.
Loved or not it does not matter, we always end up with "Good Bye."
In the Moonless night, she keeps herself warm with her dream.
Dear Peter Pan, please tell her "Good Night."
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