To Feel The Brezze Is Like Being Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who look to the sky thus one feel the breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper of the breeze is the whisper of respect but yet it's the angel of respect that whisper respect to a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every heart that wish for the touch of respect feel the whisper of respect in the air and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch with respect.



Thus or every touch of the whispering breeze is like being touch by a rose that is in full of respect for every rose that one see been touch by the angel with eyes that sparkle in the sky for every min that a rose bloom for a bird shall touch the sky with respect but when the sun raise for a bird will sing r a heart that wish for respect just to look to the sky is like seeing the eyes of the angel and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch with respect.



For every heart thus for there a rose that is in full bloom but when one feel the sun thus it's the angel that touch once heart with respect yet for every heart for there a star that will touch the sky with the touch of respect but for every rose that been touch with respect will touch a heart that wish for respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more stars one will see and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch with respect.



For when it' night for every min that one look to the sky for the moon will raise to touch the sky with respect but just to see the stars that twinkle in the sky but every min that the moon rise for a heart will feel the touch of the light of life that will fill a heart thus every heart that wish for resect shall feel a warm smile for every warm smile is the angel of respect and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch with respect.