For when the moon raise the touch the night sky thus for one who look to the night sky for what one saw is a star that every min that one see the moon the more one want to wish for the touch of respect and yet just to feel the touch is like feeling the touch by a rose that is full bloom but yet the night the angel of respect touch a heart.
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Good morning Raymond! I enjoyed your poem with my coffee this morning. I am smiling while I write this and look out at the shining sun. Its going to be a beautiful day. I hope you have a beautiful day too. Do you work at Starbucks? Or do you just like Starbucks coffee or going there?