Once the smudgy letters went onto sing a love story,

It sang it's meaning until it reached the beholders.

Ah!! the beholders, blinded, sceptical, they never enjoyed them,
those letters;

though the music was divine, though the words spilled nectar.

It then travelled a lot more to reach its kismet....

In quest of a sovereign maestro, who could emanate from them those beautiful notations,
may be a wizard,who could curse those letters, to dance relentlessly to its urges,
may be an alchemist, who could magic them to that touch-stone of divinity;
and so on the letters dreamt 'bout it's saviours.

if found?
nothing might get inferred yet again, as the letters lost its color.

© thepoetharri