Every Min That The Blue Moon Raise With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one see the raising of the morning sun yet when one feel the warmth of the morning sun and yet what one feel is the respect of the sun that touch the blue sky with respect thus every touch of respect shall fill a rose with respect yet one look to the sky for what one see is every min that the blue moon raise with respect.


Thus when the blue moon raise for there a angel that will touch a heart with respect that the blue moon ouch with respect and yet every star is the angels of Star bucks that have a lot of respect but yet respect mean a lot to the family every min that the blue moon raise with respect.


One who wish for one shall feel the touch of respect for who's heart will feel the touch of respect by the blue moon where there a warm smile for one will see a sparkle in the night but where there a star for there a angel who's heart is fill with respect but every min that the blue moon raise with respect.



To walk under the blue moon light is like feeling the touch of the angel that have a warm smile that will touch a rose but every rose that been touch with respect shall bloom in full with the touch of respect thus when one see a angel for it's the blue moon that been fill with the touch of respect and yet every min that the blue moon raise with respect.