The Night The Blue Moon Touch The Stars With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see a star for one wish to feel the touch of respect and yet where there a warm smile thus it's the angel for who is the blue moon of respect yet every stars that twinkle shall feel the touch of respect of the blue moon that been touch by the angel that fill the blue moon with respect and yet the night the blue moon touch the stars with respect.


The more the stars twinkle for the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every star that twinkle will twinkle in once eyes just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose just to look to the sky for one see a twinkle that will fill the night air with respect but yet the night the blue moon touch the stars with respect.


For every touch of respect thus a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but when one see the sun raise for one wish for the warm feeling of respect the more the blue moon touch once heart with respect the stronger it get thus when one see the birds for the birds is the angels of the blue moon that will fill the air.


Where there a warm smile thus the sun shall touch every rose with respect for every rose is the family of Star bucks for it's Star bucks that have a lot of respect just to feel the touch of respect is like looking into the eyes of a angel for who's heart is full of respect to fill once heart with respect and yet the night the blue moon touch the stars with respect.