The Night One Felt A Whisper In The Air Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the night breeze for it whisper the touch of respect but jut when one feel the night breeze for one see a star that twinkle in the night sky with the touch of respect thus for every heart that wish for the touch of respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall feel the light of life and yet the night one felt a whisper in the air of respect.



Thus every whisper in the air thus the more stars one will see twinkle in the night but when the moon raise to touch the night sky for it will shine in the night just to feel the night breeze whisper is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect to fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the night one felt a whisper in the air of respect.



Night after night for the night breeze whisper in the air that shall fill a heart with the touch of respect for it's the angel of the night that will touch a heart with the touch of respect but yet when the sun raise to touch the blue sky for every bird that one see shall sing for the touch of respect thus for when one feel the sun for what one feel is the touch of a raise that been fill with respect thus the more one feel the sun and yet the night one felt a whisper in the air of respect.



Where there a rose thus one feel the touch of respect by the angel for who's heart is full of respect but for every angel that one see will shine in the night sky with the touch of respect but for who's eyes will be touch by the twinkle of respect for one who wish for the touch of respect just to be touch with the light of respect is like being touch by the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet the night one felt a whisper in the air ofrespect.