The Night Breeze That Whisper For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who wish for the touch of respect thus one see the sun that touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but when one feel the night breeze that whisper for the touch of respect and yet just to see a star for every star that one see is the angel of the night yet one wish to feel the touch of respect and yet the night breeze that whisper for the touch of respect.


Night after night for one can feel the touch of respect but every touch of respect thus the birds shall sing for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect every rose that been touch with respect for it's the angels of the night that touch every rose that bloom but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the moon light of life but yet the night breeze that whisper for the touch of respect.


Every moment that one wish for every wish there a star that will twinkle in once eyes and yet every twinkle is the angel that is in once eyes yet when one see a falling star thus one will catch the falling that is the angel of respect thus when the sun raise for one will feel the warmth of the sun that was touch with respect every min that one feel the sun and yet the night breeze that whisper for the touch of respect.