Raymond Sawyer


The Rose Is Like Being Touch With Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every rose that one see is the rose of a angel for who will fill the air with the touch of respect just to see sun the is like seeing a angel with eyes like the diamond in the night yet just to feel the touch of a angel is like being touch by a rose thus the rose is like being touch with respect.


Where there a heart for one will feel the touch of respect and yet every touch of respect thus for every bird that one see shall sing for a heart that need to feel the touch of respect but for every rose that been touch is the rose of the angel for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect and yet the rose is like being touch with respect.


Thus for every touch of the rose is like feeling the touch of a angel yet where the sun raise thus one smile shall shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky just to look into the eyes of the angel is like feeling the sun but for a the rose is like being touch with respect yet the rose is like being touch with respect.


For every min that the bird sing for the touch of respect is like looking or the sun and yet just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air but for every rose that been touch with respect is the special rose of the angel but yet the rose is like being touch with 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 just for 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 15, 2015



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