The More The Breeze Whisper The More The Angels Touch. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the blue moon raise the more one shall see the angel of respect thus it's the angels that fill once heart with happiness just to feel the touch of the angels of respect for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet every sparkle is the sparkle that will twinkle in once eyes but the more the breeze whisper the more the angels touch.


Look to the night sky thus there a angel waiting to fill a heart with respect that the blue moon touch the angels with every moment that one feel the touch thus there a warm smile that will shine in the night where there a angel thus one shall see the blue moon that will kiss the night sky with respect but the more the breeze whisper the more the angels touch.


A lovely night for a blue moon walk under the angels that filling the night air with respect but when one see the blue moon thus once heart will be fill with respect every rose is been touch by the blue moon of respect and the blue moon that is full of respect and yet the more the breeze whisper the more the angels touch.


Day by day for one feel the sun for every min that one feel the sun thus the sun shall warm once heart every open door is like a open heart to be touch with respect but for who's heart is open for the touch of respect when one eyes sparkle for it's the angels that fill once heart and yet there a warm smile that shall touch a rose that is in full bloom yet the more the breeze whisper the more the angels touch.