To Feel The Rain Thus It Feel Like Being Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus it the day that the sun raise for every touch of the sun is the touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but when one feel the drop of rain for it's the angels that touching once heart with respect but to the family of Star bucks is the angels of respect but to feel the rain thus it feel like being touch with respect.


For every min that one feel the rain drop thus one feel the touch of respect by the angels of the night sky yet for one who think of respect thus one wish for the touch of the angels respect for every rain drop for a rose will bloom with the touch of respect where there a star there a angel with a heart that is full of respect but to feel the rain thus it feel like being touch with respect.


For every min that one wish for the touch of respect the more one feel the rain but yet when one see a star thus it's the angel for who's tears that one feel yet the tears is the touch of respect that fill once heart every time that one feel the touch of respect but to feel the rain thus it feel like being touch with respect.


When every rose that been touch shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but to the family that touch the rose with respect thus they are the angels of the night sky that is full of respect and yet just to look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel but to feel the rain thus it feel like being touch with respect.