For When The Sun Raise Thus There Is Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun the shine for there is respect but yet for one who wish to feel the touch of respect for where there a warm smile thus one feel the touch of the sun that been touch with respect to fill once heart and yet where one see the sun the birds shall sing for and yet for when the sun raise thus there is respect.


Thus for every rose that one see is the rose of respect that will fill the morning air with the touch of respect yet just to feel the sun is like being touch by a angel of respect for when one see a rose in full bloom thus every rose is the family of Star bucks for it's Star bucks that have a lot of respect.


Every min that one feel the sun thus one shall feel the touch of a angel for who is filling the air with respect thus some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet it's the sun that been fill with respect for respect has fill the morning blue sky just to feel the respect but for when the sun raise thus there is respect.


Day by day for every min that one feel the touch of respect for one feel the sun slight of life just to be touch with respect is like being touch by the angels for who is the family of Star bucks that have a lot of respect thus for it's Star bucks that fill the sun with respect and yet for when the sun raise thus there is respect.