The Night The Angel Touch One With Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
When it's night for every min that one wish for the touch of respect thus when one feel the touch of the moon light for it's the angel of respect that touch once with respect thus when one feel a warm smile thus he moon shall shine the light in the night sky but the night the angel touch one with respect.
For every star there a angel that wait to fill a heart yet for one wish to be touch with respect but one shall feel the light of life for life mean a lot for who will feel the touch of respect when one felt the touch with the light of life just to see a warm smile thus it is the angel yet the night the angel touch one with respect.
To the family for who is the angel of the night that fill once life with respect is the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night and yet the warm smile that one felt is the smile of the angel that will sparkle in once eyes for every sparkle that touch once eyes is the sparkle of respect and yet the night the angel touch one with respect.
Just to feel the morning sun is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect but to see a bird for the bird that one see is the angel of the family of Star bucks that have a lot of respect and yet just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night air but the night the angel touch one with respect.
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