She

She came slowly and suddenly,
She came silently and tip-toed
  then she went, went far away
And the distance broke the platform
Which was common yet so rare
Like a burning camphor.
 But still some marks are there
Still some footprints are left behind
 which cannot be rubbed off;
Still the train wanted to wait
But alas! it was too late
The platform was already broken!

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