To Fly In The Night Is Like Being Touch With Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who fly like a bird is like lying with the angel of respect for every bird that one see is the angel of respect just to fill the air that will touch a heart that wish for respect to fly like a bird is to feel he breeze that whisper in the air thus every whisper is the whisper of respect that the angel whisper in the air and yet to fly in the night is like being touch with respect.



Every min that one fly like a bird for one been touch with respect but every touch of respect thus when one touch a rose for the rose will bloom in full but just to be touch s like being touch by the warm smile that fill the morning sky the more one fly the more the sun shall shine with the touch of respect yet when it's night for one will see a star that twinkle in the sky and yet to fly in the night is like being touch with respect.




Where there a heart for one will see the bird of the angel of respect that is fill with the touch of respect to fill a heart the more one see a rose the more one will feel the stars touch of respect every moment that respect touch a heart for there a angel with eyes that sparkle in the sky time after time for one who wish for respect will fly in the nigh and yet to fly in the night is like being touch with respect.



Another night for one to wish for the touch of respect but there a heart that wish for respect but when one see the bird thus the bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but where there a bird for there a angel that will touch a heart but for every touch of once heart for one feel a warm smile and yet to fly in the night is like being touch with respect.