Call It Life That Moves Poem by Aaron Barth-Martinson
Call It Life That Moves
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.
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5/9/2024 2:44:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
9C poem Aaron, like da rythm and da wei t flowz. Kp t up!