To Feel The Sun Is To Feel The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when the sun touch the sky for one feel the touch of the angel of respect for who's eyes sparkle in the sky with respect the more the sun shine the more one will see a rose in full bloom that been touch with respect but for who's eyes will twinkle in the sky with the touch of respect and yet to feel the sun is to feel the angel of respect.



Every min that one wish for respect thus the more one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart for the more one feel respect the stronger it will get but yet when one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air thus every whisper that one feel is the whisper of respect where there a heart thus one will see the eyes of the angel of respect and yet to feel the sun is to feel the angel of respect.



Thus for every star that one see is the child of he angel of respect for who's heart is full of respect to touch a heart that wish for respect the more one wish for respect the more one will feel the touch of a child for who's eyes one see in the sky but when one feel the warm smile thus it's the angel of respect and yet to feel the sun is to feel the angel of respect.



When one look to the sky for every moment that a star twinkle for ne feel the touch of a child for every child is the angel of the child that will fill a heart with respect but just to see the eyes of the child is like seeing the eyes of the angel that touch the sun with respect and yet to feel the sun is to feel the angel of respect.