For Every Min That The Breeze Whisper For There Is Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For Every Min That The Breeze Whisper For There Is Respect.



For when the sun raise for one will feel the breeze that whisper min the air but every bird that touch the blue sky is fill with respect thus where there a heart that wish for respect for one will see the angel that fill once heart with the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.


Thu where there a warm smile for there a angel with the touch of respect to fill once heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of a angel with eyes that sparkle with the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.


Every min for one to wish but for one feel the touch of the angel for who touch once heart with respect where there angel for there a twinkle in once eyes that sparkle in the night but for every min that one see a twinkle thus it's the twinkle of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.


For every moment that one wish the more the angel will fill once heart with respect and yet when one reach for the star thus one reach for the angel for who's heart is full of respect just to feel the morning sun is like feeling the rose of respect but yet for every min that the breeze whisper for there is respect.

Monday, September 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: than-bauk
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Well good morning to all the people that come here just for a good cup of fresh cup of coffee just before hey have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.
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