Who

Some faces are still so familiar
Some eyes are still so mesmerizing
That can peek through your heart
That can look beyond what is dissimilar
Some smiles are still so much incandescent
Some frowns are still so sweet
That can make you cry and laugh
Some fights are still so deliberately irrelevant
Some days are still so full of nothing
Some flowers are still so fresh
That they never fail to be fragrant
That they never fail to lose their colour
Some gestures are still so beyond everything
Some stories are still so alive and overwhelming
Of him , of her, of them,
Of the innumerous people in the crowd
Some spirits are so always unyielding