The Sky Of Respect Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one look to the sky thus one will see the eyes of the sky for who's eyes that one see for one feel the touch of respect that touch once heart for every eyes that one see is the eyes of the rose that been touch with respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for it's the angel of the night that whisper in the air but just to look in the eyes of the angel is like being touch by the rose of respect and yet the sky of respect is the angel of respect.



Where a heart sit thus one will feel the touch of respect for one sit under the stars of respect but one see the moon that will touch the night sky with respect for every star that touch the night sky will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect every moment that one sit under the stars of respect the stronger respect will get and yet the sky of respect is the angel of respect.




Some where in the night for there a angel for who's eyes will sparkle in the night but yet when one see the eyes of the angel for every rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but for one who wish for respect thus one see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for respect but when the sun raise for every rose that one see been touch with respect and yet the sky of respect is the angel of respect.




For some where the angel that whisper in the air is the angel for who will touch a heart that wish for respect but when one feel the sun for every rose will bloom but the bids that one see will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to look in the eyes of the angel that fill a heart is like being touch by the sun and yet the sky of respect is the angel of respect.