To Feel The Breeze Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the sun for one feel the touch of a rose thus every rose that one see is the rose of the angel with the touch of respect for every touch of respect is the touch of the sun that is fill with respect to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect but for who's heart will be fill with respect.


for one who wish feel the touch of respect but it's the angel with the touch of respect the more one wish for respect thus the more the sun shall shine where there a light thus there the sun that fill the rose with respect just to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect for every rose that one see been touch with respect and yet to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect.



When one feel the touch of respect thus once eyes shall twinkle in the night for every bird shall sing for a lonely heart that wish for respect and yet to feel the breeze that whisper in the air thus every whisper is the angel of respect for where there a star thus there angel with the touch of respect an yet to feel the breeze is to feel h touch of respect.


Every min that one wish for the touch of respect thus for one who feel the breeze that whisper in the air but for one to feel the touch of respect for one wish for the touch of the angel that will fill once heart just to feel the breeze in the night is like feeling the touch of the angel and yet to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect.