Raymond Sawyer


The Night That The Breeze Whisper The Name For Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one stand in the night thus one can see the star that twinkle in the night sky but yet one could feel the night breeze whisper the name to be touch with respect for every touch is the touch of the light of life thus life is special and yet the night that the breeze whisper the name for respect.


Thus for every min that the breeze whisper the name for respect the more the night breeze whisper he name for the light of life just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch by the angel of respect and yet the night that the breeze whisper the name for respect.


The more one feel the touch thus one feel the light of the moon that shine in the night sky for every light in the night sky is the light of the angel of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper the name for respect is like being touch by a rose of the angel but for the night that the breeze whisper the name for respect.


Yet the more one wish for the touch of respect the more the stars sparkle in the night sky and yet where there a moon light for one will feel a warm smile that warm once heart when the stars twinkle thus once eyes shall twinkle or the night that the breeze whisper the name for 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 for just a 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: Tuesday, September 1, 2015



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