For Every Min The Moon Shine Thus There The Angel. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when one feel the touch of the sun thus every rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for one see a star that twinkle in once eyes just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one see the angel that will fill a heart and yet for every min the moon shine thus there the angel.
Every moment that the moon shine for one could feel the light of life that touch a heart with respect but for one who look to the sky thus every star that touch the night sky is the angels of respect just to see every rose is like seeing the bird touch the blue sky with respect the more one wish the more one shall see the stars that sparkle in the night and yet for every min the moon shine thus there the angel.
Time after time after for every touch of respect for one will feel the touch of the sun that will warm a heat with respect but when the sun raise for every bird that one sing for they sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of the sun that will warm once heart with respect thus where a heart for one will be touch by a rose that been touch with respect and yet for every min the moon shine thus there the angel.
When once heart wish for the touch of respect for every min that one feel the touch thus one see a bird that will fill the blue sky with the touch of respect for to the family that fill the heart with respect but for one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air but every moment that the angel touch a heart for there a warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch every rose and yet for every min the moon shine thus there the angel.
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