The Night The Moon Raise With The Touch Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for every min that one see the sun for one shall feel the touch of respect for every moment that one see a rose that been touch by the angel of the sky for who touch the sky with respect but just to feel the touch of a rose is like feeling the head yet for time after time there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but every min that one see the eyes of a star is the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the night the moon raise with the touch of respect.



For every moon that touch the sky is the moon that will fill a heart with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet for every rose here a star that twinkle in the eyes of the angel of respect but when one feel the sun raise for every rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect thus where there a long road for one shall look to the sky for there the angel of respect and yet the night the moon raise with the touch of respect.



Day after day the sun touch the blue sky with the touch of respect for it's the sun that will warm a heart with the touch of respect but for who's heart will be touch of respect when the sun shine for one will smile that touch a heart for thus for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect hat will touch a heart and yet the night the moon raise with the touch of respect.



Thus for every night that the moon touch the sky the more stars that will shine with the touch of respect but just to feel the sun is like being touch by the light of life every min that one feel the touch of the angel for one will the touch of respect yet for who eyes will sparkle in the sky thus for the eyes that one see is the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the night the moon raise with the touch of respect.