The Night That The Breeze Whisper Respect In The Air. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when the sun raise for every bird that one see will touch the sky with the touch of respect but when the sun touch a rose for it's the angel of respect that will touch a rose but for every bird that touch the sky is the birds of the angel of respect for who's heart is fill with respect to touch a heart that wish for respect and yet the night that the breeze whisper respect in the air.



Every min that one feel the breeze whisper for the touch of respect thus it's the angel that whisper respect to once heart the more that respect touch a heart the stronger it will get for every heart that wish for respect shall feel the touch of the light that is the light of respect but just to look in the eyes of the angel for one will see the moon raise to touch the sky with respect and yet the night that the breeze whisper respect in the air.



Some where a heart wish for the touch of respect but for every touch the bird will sing for a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect thus where there the sun for there a warm smile that will touch a heart that cry in the night but just to feel the touch of respect just to eel the breeze is like being touch by a falling star that will touch the heart that catch the falling star and yet he night that the breeze whisper respect in the air.



For every heart that wish for the ouch of respect but some where a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the sky shall touch a heart with respect but the more one who wish for the touch of respect the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for respect but just to feel the breeze is like feeling the touch of a tree that been touch with respect and yet the night that the breeze whisper respect in the air.