Day After Day When One Feel The Touch Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
Night after night for every min that one see a star for one wish for the touch of respect just to fill once heart but the more one wish for respect the more stars will touch the night sky with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus it's the angel of respect that will fill a heart with the touch of respect but just when one look to the sky thus the moon raise to touch the night sky with the light of life and yet day after day when one feel the touch of respect.
Here where the one feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of the morning sun that touch the blue sky but for every min that the sun shine for a rose will bloom in the air just to feel the respect in the air for once heart will feel a warm smile that warm smile of respect but just to see a rose is like being in the hands of the angel of respect and yet day after day when one feel the touch of respect.
Where there a warm smile thus one feel the smile of the sun that been touch with respect for every min that one feel the respect thus one feel the touch of a star that is the angel of respect when one touch a rose thus one touch the rose of respect that will fill a heart that wish for respect every star that touch a rose shall touch the sky with respect for the day the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet day after day when one feel the touch of respect.
When a rose is in full bloom thus where there a warm smile that shine when the sun touch the sky with respect night after night one wish for the touch of respect the more one touch a rose the more the sun shall warm once heart with respect but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper respect for it's the angel that whisper respect to once heart but day by day a heart will feel the touch of a warm smile and yet day after day when one feel the touch of respect.
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