To Feel The Breeze Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one feel the night breeze thus one feel the touch of respect that touch once heart the more one feel the touch of respect the more one will feel a warm smile that will shine every moment that one feel the touch of respect thus the more one will see the eyes of the angel for who fill the air with the touch of respect but for one who wish for respect shall be touch by the rose of the angel and yet to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect.


Some where in the night for there a angel touching the night sky with respect but for who will be touch with the touch of respect for every rose that one see been touch fill with respect that mean a lot to the family who is the angel of the night sky with respect but when one look to the sky for once eyes will sparkle in the night and yet to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect.



For one who wish thus every wish shall light the sky for the more one feel the touch of the light of life yet just to see the sun that will warm once heart the more once heart feel the touch of the light of life is like feeling the touch of a rose that bloom with the touch of respect for when the sun raise thus one will see more roses in bloom that been touch with respect and yet to feel the touch of respect.



For every touch of respect the stronger it will get but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus for one who wish for the touch of respect shall see more stars that will touch the night sky with respect for every star that shine is the angels of the night with respect but when one wish for one feel a warm smile that will touch once heart and yet to feel the breeze is to feel the touch of respect.