The Touch Of The Moon Is The Touch Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for every rose that one see is the rose of respect but for every rose that see been touch with respect just to feel the touch of a rose is like being touch by a star that twinkle in the sky thus every min that one feel the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect but when the sun raise for one see a bird that touch the blue sky with respect and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.




Every moment that one feel the touch of respect fr the more one will see the star that twinkle in sky the more the sky being touch by a rose is like feeling a warm smile that touch heart thus for time after time for one wish for the touch of respect but one feel a warm smile that will fill once heart with respect the more the warm smile warm once heart the more the birds shall sing for a heart that wish for respect thus for who's heart will feel the touch of respect but yet the touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.




But yet when one see a bird for the birds shall touch the sky with respect but just to feel the touch of respect but every min that one wish for the touch of respect thus when the sun shine for every rose will bloom in full with respect but for one look to the night sky for what but for every star that touch the sky shall shine and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.



For every min that a star twinkle in the sky for here a angel that will touch once heart but just to feel the sun is like being touch by he star that twinkle in the sky the more roses will bloom with the touch of respect yet the more the sun shine the more the sun will warm once heart with the touch of respect and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.