We all are made of past,smiles and cries,
the secrets ,the memories and the lies.

When you meet somebody,it's not just them it's their whole story!
The events of gloom, bloom and the glory.

Some faces can be friendly, some can be cold,
Behind can be the stories untold!

One's vibe can be rude and can be polite,
It all reflects their life's beautiful and ugly flights!

Auras one hold,the violets and yellow,
Are plethora of one's experiences that flow.

The excitement and dullness one holds,
All a glimpse,how one's life have been mould!

All of one's responses and even the reactions,
Are all part of their past lives fractions!



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