For Every Falling Star Is The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun shine for every rose will bloom in full but but when one see a bird that touch the sky with respect thus one will feel the touch of the angel that touch the sun with a warm smile that will warm once heart with respect but just to feel the war smile like being touch with respect by the angel of respect and yet for every falling star is the angels of respect.



Thus when it's night for one will see a star that shine in the sky but for a falling star that will touch a heart with respect is the angel that one see with eyes that sparkle in the sky with the touch of respect to fill once heart but for who's eyes will shine in the sky with respect and yet for every falling star is the angels of respect.



Night after night one look to the sky thus one see a falling star for one will catch the falling star just to wish for the touch of respect but for what one feel is the angels of respect in the air but every angel of respect will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet for every falling star is the angels of respect.



Some where in the night for a heart wish for the touch of respect but for every touch of respect for one will feel a warm smile that will touch a heart with respect but to the family that is the falling angels of respect will fill the air with respect just to feel the night breeze is like seeing the bird touch the sky with respect and yet for every falling star is the angels of respect.