The Night The Angel Whisper The Word Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Night The Angel Whisper The Word Respect.



Oh what a lovely even for the moon to shine but for every min that the moon shine thus one wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky for there a star with eyes that sparkle with the touch of respect and yet just to be touch with respect is like feel the touch of the rose that been touch by the angel of respect every moment that one feel the touch of respect for one feel the touch of respect but the night the angel whisper the word of respect.


A quite night but yet there a star that will twinkle in the eyes that wish for the touch of respect but when one see the star for there a falling star that will touch a heart thus when one sleep for one dream of the angel that fill the air some where a heart that been touch with respect is the heart that been fill with happiness just the night the angel word respect.


The more a heart wish for the touch of respect the more one shall feel a warm smile that touch once heart for every warm smile is the smile of the morning sun ray that one feel but yet when a bird sing for the bird sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect day by day a heart shall be fill with the touch of respect but to a heart respect mean a lot to one who wish for the touch of respect but the night the angel whisper the word respect.


Some where in the night for there a special rose that will fill a heart but when the rose bloom thus one will feel the touch of respect but where there a open window thus there a door to the angel of respect house where there is respect oh beautiful night for when will a heart be touch with respect for there a heart that wish for the touch of the angel with respect yet the night the angel whisper the word respect.


Thus when one feel the night breeze for one shall see the light of life every min that one feel the night breeze for it whisper min the air with the sound of respect but for the night that the night breeze whisper the stronger respect shall get but the night the angel whisper the word respect.

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Hello to every heart in the worl for the night the moon will mshine but the stars will touch every heart with the touch of respect the more a heart is touch with respect the more the stars shall fill the air with respect.
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