.for Every Min One Stand Under The Blue Moon. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every min that one see a star the more one wish to feel the touch of respect and yet when one feel the touch of respect or it's a rose that touch once heart night after night one wish to feel the touch of respect thus once eyes been touch with twinkle that twinkle in the night sky and yet for every min one stand under the blue moon.


The more one stand under the blue moon thus the birds shall sing for the one who wish to feel the touch of respect and yet to the family respect is special to them but for every moment that the blue moon shine thus the stars of the angels where there a warm smile for every rose that one see and yet for every min one stand under the blue moon.


Where one feel the touch of respect for one feel the ouch of the stars that twinkle in the night for every moment that one see a star the more once eyes will twinkle but for who will be touch with respect just to see the a angel is like seeing a rose in full bloom but yet for every min one stand under the blue moon.


When night slowly slip away thus the sun raise shall warm once heart but yet the sun shall touch the blue sky with respect but yet the more one feel the sun the more one wish for the touch of respect but just seeing the sun thus the bird sing for respect and yet for every min one stand under the blue moon