The Hills Of Respect Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when one walk to the hills for one will feel the touch of respect for every touch of respect is the hills that will fill once heart with respect the more one walk on the hills of respect for one will feel the angel of respect the more one walk on the hills of respect is like walking with the angel of respect and yet the hills of respect is the angel of respect.



Thus for all the hills that one walk on for every touch of respect is the angel of respect that fill the hills with respect but when the sun raise for one will see a dove that will touch the blue sky with respect thus for every dove is the dove of the angel of respect thus the hills of respect is the hills of the angel of respect and yet the hills of respect is the angel of respect.



When it's night for one will see the eyes of the angel of respect for who touch the hills with respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air thus one shall see the star that twinkle in the night with respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the stronger respect will get and yet the hills of respect is the angel of respect.



Some where there a hill where one wish for the touch of respect but every moment that one wish for respect the more the hill will be fill with the touch of respect just to wish for respect the more the dove of the angel of respect will touch a heart with respect but the more the sun shine the more one will feel the touch of respect and yet the hills of respect is the angel of respect.