Raymond Sawyer


For When It's Night Thus One Will Feel Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Night after night or one wish for the touch of respect for it's the family that fill the night air with the touch of respect but when it's night for one will see the moon every min that one see the moon thus one see the eyes of the angel for who touch the moon with respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night thus it whisper respect for one who wish for the touch of respect and yet for when it's night thus one will feel respect.


For every night is the night or one to feel the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus where there a rose for once eyes shall see the angel that touch once heart with respect every moment that one wish the more stars will shine in the night just to feel the touch of a rose is like being by a angel with eyes that sparkle in the night but for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect for once heart to feel and yet or when it's night thus one will feel respect.



But or one who look to the sky thus one will see the stars of respect for every star is the angel that fill the night air with the touch of respect but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch with the light of life that mean a lot to the family for who is the angel that touch a heart but yet every min that one see the angel the more one see the stars that shine in the night and yet for when it's night thus one will feel respect.



Night after night for one will feel the light of life that will touch a heart but when the moon raise thus it will shine in the night with the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect just to be touch by the angel of respect is like being touch by a rose that the angel fill with respect or every star that shine is the angel of respect and yet for when it's night thus one will feel respect.

Topic(s) of this poem: than-bauk

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Well good morning to all the people that come here just for good cup of fresh cup of coffee just before they have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015



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