The Night That Blue Moon Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who see a star is one who wish for the touch of respect but every touch of respect is the touch of the blue moon for who is the angel of the sky just to see the blue moon for it's like seeing the stars with sparkle thus when a rose bloom thus one shall feel the ouch of respect but yet the night that blue moon touch with respect.


Where there happiness for one shall feel the warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky thus for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel just to feel the breeze that whisper for every touch of respect is like looking to the sky but yet the night that blue moon touch with respect.


When one feel the touch of respect thus it' the angel from the night sky that sparkle with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect to the family of Star bucks for it's Star bucks that have a lot of respect and yet just to feel the blue moon but the night that blue moon touch with respect.


Every min that one see the blue moo of respect the more one will feel the touch of respect for respect is special to the family of Star bucks for it was Star that have a lot of respect where there a twinkle for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect and yet the nigh that blue moon touch with respect.