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Some get me
Some get me not
With some, I talk too much
While with some I like to keep mum

The silence sometimes echoes
When the cloud of doubts are at rest
The universe is full of questions
In contrast, the answers are quite less

The color of your clothes 
Speaks a lot
Sometimes it engulfs the dark
While sometimes it sends a beam that’s bright

For the things, I lost
For the people I loved
Everything has to happen the way it does
To make your story full of beautiful words