Untitled XVI

#listen-container { display: inline-block; padding: 9px 15px; background: #10578E; cursor: pointer; transition: all 0.3s ease; border: 1px solid #1791ef; border-bottom: 1px solid #156caf; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; -moz-box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; box-shadow: 0 1px 0 #156caf; } #listen-container:hover { background: #2f9cf1; } #listen-container a { color: #fff; } .listen-container-svg { fill: #fff; height: 20px; width: 22px; margin-right: 5px; } #text-player { margin-right: 0; display: inline-block; font-size: 16px; top: -3px; position: relative; float: none; font-family: "Roboto","sans-serif"; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; } Listen to this Poem Your browser does not support the audio element. Split my heart, go on, split; See all the things in it. There are those who mock us Among this populace. This road is full of traps: It's too long, with huge laps; Blocks on it leave no gaps; It leads to deep waters. On this road we depart With true love in each heart, But they set us apart Now our exile tortures. Let those who really dare Step into the ring where The champions don't care If life ends or endures. Yunus feels no craving To step into that ring Where the real heroes bring Before us their full force.