the night had fallen upon the cracky land,
cold gusts of wind scurries along downtown
people are hustling through their paths,
the deafening screech of cars
the prominent smell of the drenched pavement,
emitting an ambiance so sentiment
her worn out shoes sinking into the murky water
slashed-by-hundred shoes would waver
— she couldn’t careless,
she was dancing around, smiling so genuine
she was the girl in the rain
— z.g.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
the night had fallen upon the cracky land,
cold gusts of wind scurries along downtown
people are hustling through their paths,
the deafening screech of cars
the prominent smell of the drenched pavement,
emitting an ambiance so sentiment
her worn out shoes sinking into the murky water
slashed-by-hundred shoes would waver
— she couldn’t careless,
she was dancing around, smiling so genuine
she was the girl in the rain
— z.g.
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