euphony of the heart
when travellers tell the tales i wish to persist amongst the ineffable beauty of the pages that hold the remnants of history servants serving my fidelity to the brethren of every world ephemeral years of my existence i must elect fame or i ought to remain unsung my wicked heart confer it's dialect to a place much visited above, it was lain though the scholars believe it to be heart's kinsman upon my grave bestow Your kin hands for one day i will be consigned to oblivion but i shall return to break it to every man -shreya