The Beat Of The Drum Is Like Being Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Another morning for the birds to sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but the more the drum beat the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze is like feeling the touch of the morning sun that touch the blue sky with respect thus when one see the twinkle in once eyes thus every twinkle is the twinkle of respect and yet the beat of the drum is like being touch with respect.



Thus the more the drum beat the more the more breeze will whisper in the air but for one who wish for the touch of respect is one who feel the warm smile that warm once heart but just to see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet every moment that one wish for the touch of respect for one will feel the light of life and yet the beat of the drum is like being touch with respect.




Thus when it's night for the drum will beat with the touch of respect that will fill once heart for who wish for the touch of respect every min that one feel the touch of respect the more the drum will beat just to feel the light of life is like being touch by the angel of respect and yet where there happiness for one will feel the warm smile that touch every rose that one see and yet the beat of the drum is like being touch with respect.




Thus where there a star for one will see the eyes of the angel that will fill the air with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family for who is the angel with a warm smile but for every warm smile is like the morning sun that touch the blue sky just to see a bird that touch the sky with respect is the bird of the angel with respect and yet the beat of the drum is like being touch with respect.