The Sky Of The Angel With The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when it's night or there the stars of the night and yet some where there the angel of the touch of respect to fill once heart with respect just to look to the night sky thus there the moon light for who will feel the light of life for every touch of respect and yet the sky of the angel with the touch of respect.


For every star that one see is the star of respect but om where the angel is filling a heart with the touch of respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect is one who's eyes shall twinkle in the night sky thus when one feel a warm smile for it's the sun that will warm once heart with the touch of respect but yet he sky of the angel with the touch of respect.



For when the sun raise for the bird shall touch the clear blue sky with the touch of respect but every rose that one see shall bloom in full by the sun that been fill with respect yet the sky of the angel is the angel home of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the sky of the angel with the touch of respect.


For every min that one feel the sun for what one feel is the touch of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night just to see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for respect but just to feel the night breeze whisper in the air when the moon raise to the night sky for one will see the eyes of the angel and yet the sky of the angel with the touch of respect.