To See Once Warm Smile Is Like Feeling The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when one feel the sun for the birds will fill the blue sky with the touch of respect but every rose that one see shall bloom in full with respect but when one look to the sky thus the sky is the home of the angels with the touch of respect for every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel a warm smile an yet to see once warm smile is like feeling the touch of respect.


Just to be touch with respect is like catching a falling star but what one catch is the angel of respect the more one catch a falling star the more one will feel the touch of respect every min that the star twinkle in the night for one will feel the touch of respect when the moon raise to the night sky for the more one will see the stars just to be touch is like being touch by a rose and yet to see once warm smile is like feeling the touch of respect.