For when one want to feel the touch of respect thus one look to the sky thus one see a star for when one saw the star yet one wish for the touch of respect when one saw he blue moon with the light of respect just to feel the touch of respect yet the one who wish for the touch of respect.
Thus when one wish for the touch of respect the more the stars twinkle in once eyes with respect just to watch the sun raise for one could feel the warmth of the sun that been fill with respect every min that one wish the more respect touch once heart and yet for the one who wish for the touch of respect been fill with respect.
Every min that one wish for the ouch of respect thus a rose is being fill with the touch of respect and yet for every ouch there a warm smile that will shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky but for min after min one feel the touch of the sun that been fill by the angel of the night yet the one who wish for the touch of respect.
Just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that is the angel of the night for who's eyes will sparkle in the night but when the blue moon raise to the night sky thus for what one see is the light of life yet just to look to the sky for one has a warm smile that will touch every rose that one see but yet the one who wish for the touch of respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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