For when the sun raise thus one feel the warmth of the sun that been fill with respect but yet for every rose that one touch been touch with respect but when one see the birds for every bird is the bird of the angel for who fill the air with respect but for every light that one see is the light of angel.
When the stars is out thus the light that one see is the light of respect but for one who wish to feel the touch of respect for it's the angel that light up the night sky every light that one feel is respect to fill once heart where there a angel thus there the light of respect but for every light that one see is the light of angel.
Where min that one see the light for the stars shall twinkle in the night just to feel the morning sun is like being touch by a rose and yet the more one wish the stronger the light get to feel the light is to feel the respect of the angel and yet for every light that one see is the light of the angel.
Just to look to the sky thus one see the angel that fill the night sky with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect every moment that one wish for the touch of respect thus one feel the light of life but to the angel life mean a lot when for one who feel the respect and yet for every light that one see is the light of the angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem