The Day That The Sun Was Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's night thus the angel of respect shall fill the air with the touch of respect but for the sun that will raise thus it will be fill the the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose and yet the day that the sun was touch with respect.



When the sky is blue thus the birds shall sing for the touch of respect for who will feel the touch of the angel of respect touch thus for every rose that one see been touch with the angel of respect but when one look to the sky for one could see the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the day that the sun was touch with respect.



Thus when one feel the sun for on feel a warm smile that will touch a rose that is in full bloom just to feel the touch of the sun is like being touch by the moon light of life where there a warm smile thus one will feel the touch of the sun for every touch of the sun is the touch of the angel of respect.



For every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect but every rose that one see will fill the heart of one who wish for the touch of respect thus it's the angel that fill the air with the touch of respect when one look to the sky for one see the eyes of the angel that touch the sun with respect and yet the day that the sun was touch with respect