.to Feel The Breeze Is Like Feeling The Touch Of Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who feel the night breeze thus it whisper in the air for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect just to feel the breeze is like feeling the touch of a rose but when one feel the warm smile thus it's the angel for who fill once heart with respect but to feel the breeze is lie feeling the touch of angel.


Thus every min that the blue moon raise for the angels will raise when the blue moon touch the night sky with it's light of life every moment that the angel sparkle in the night thus once heart will feel the touch of respect but where there a warm smile thus there is the sun that will warm the heart that wish for respect yet to feel the breeze is like feeling the touch of angel.


Thus the more one feel the breeze the more one feel the blue moon that shall fill once heart every rose that one touch is fill with the touch of respect but when one see a bird thus the bird is the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect yet every min that the stars sparkle in the night and yet to feel the breeze is like feeling the touch of angel.



The touch of the breeze is like a feel the wind on a moon light sail with a angel of respect where there happiness for there one see the morning sun touch the blue sky with respect just to look into the eyes of the angel is like seeing the face that fill once heart for night after night one wish for the touch of respect and yet to feel the breeze is like feeling the touch of angel.