The Door To The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for the birds shall sing for the touch of respect for every min the sun shine thus there a door to the house of the angel but just to feel the touch of respect thus one wish for the touch of respect but yet where there a door there a angel of respect and yet the door to the angel is the door to the angel of respect.


For every door that one see for one wait for the stars but yet one look for the door of the angel just when one see the light thus one see the light of the angel of respect every min that one feel the light for one feel the light of respect from the door that one see yet when door is open thus there the angel of respect and yet the door to the angel of respect.


Where there open door thus it's the door of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night the more one feel the touch of a angel thus the door that one see open for every stars that twinkle is the angels of the night sky with respect but the angels will fill the air but yet the door to the angel of respect.


Where there a twinkle for there the door of the angel for who will touch once heart with respect to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night the more the stars twinkle the more one feel the touch of respect and yet the door to the angel of respect.