What moves the pen; the breath, the mind?
A soothing jest by friends in time?
A death- a Love that's flown on Faith?
That Hope, misplaced by wretched men;
Address the jokes you play on them;
Those elements of soul stifled-
Between the brightness of your brain,
The fog seen only when you reign,
The words shown solely when you blaze:
A sun to rise, another son to raise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
9C poem Aaron, like da rythm and da wei t flowz. Kp t up!