Shayari Bazar

She will not come back, but her beauty, her voice, will echo until the end of time. Shebelieved in something beyond herself, and her death gave her voice power it didn’t havein life. She was pure, like your father. We, you and I”—he touches my chest with theback of his index �nger—“are dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts.We are lesser creatures in the grand scheme of things, but without us men of war, noone except those of Lykos would hear Eo’s song. Without our rough hands, the dreams ofthe pure hearts would never be built.