Another Night Yet For One To Feel Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Another lovely day and yet the birds sing to the blue sky for the touch of respect where there happiness for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect every min that on see a bird thus the more one wish to feel the touch of respect but yet another night yet the for one to feel respect.


When one wish for the touch of respect for one feel the touch of a rose and yet a rose is the rose of love but yet the rose is the angel of respect another day just to feel the sun for every min that one feel the sun the more one smile that shine like the morning sun but for another night yet for one to feel respect.


Thus for every touch of respect for the stronger it get but when one see a star thus it's the angel of respect to fill once heart with respect just to feel the warmth of the morning sun is like the touch of a rose that is fill with respect yet for who's heart will be fill with respect yet another night for one to feel respect.



When one feel the touch of respect for it's the bird that fill the air with respect where there happiness for there a warm smile that will touch once heart and yet to feel the morning breeze that whisper respect in the air for one to feel every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect.