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Passerby (original modern poem)

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Passerby (original modern poem)

A bridge where the crowds flow endlessly

Not mine

I was just a traveler crossing the bridge

Shoulder the bag

Look hurried

When the neon lights begin to flatter

My feet have crossed the city

Only footprints

Printed on stiff asphalt

Homesickness

Step by step

Memories piece by piece

Is it the mission of passers-by?

Passerby (original modern poem)

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