The Night When The Breeze Whisper Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one is wake for one will feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but when one feel the breeze for a star will twinkle in the sky with resect but for every min that the breeze whisper the more stars one will see that will shine in the sky just to feel the whisper of the breeze is like being touch by a rose and yet the night when the breeze whisper respect.



Some where the night breeze will touch a hart with respect thus for every whisper is the whisper of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect to touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect to look in the eyes of the angel thus one will feel the respect that will touch a heart and yet the night when the breeze whisper respect.



Yet for every heart that wish for respect the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when the sun raise for a rose will bloom in full with respect but when one who wish for the touch of respect thus for every star that shine will fill the air with respect and yet the night when the breeze whisper respect.



Every star that touch the sky will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's eyes will twinkle with respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but for every heart will feel a warm smile that the sun touch with respect for every moment that a heart wish for respect shall feel the touch of a rose and yet the night when the breeze whisper respect.