To Fly By Night Is To Fly With The Angel Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when one see the sun raise for one will feel the touch of respect for it's the angel that fill the sun with respect but just to see a bird that touch the blue sky for every in that one see a blue sky for it's the house of the angel for who fill the air with respect but one wish to fly by night to feel the touch of respect just to fly by night for one will fill the touch of the angel and yet to fly by night is to fly with the angel of respect.
Thus the more one wish tom fly by night for every min that one wish for there is eyes that will touch one with the touch of respect but yet for every star that touch once heart for it's the light of life that one feel yet the night that the stars shine is the night for the angel to fill once heart with the touch of respect for every moment that one feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a angel and yet to fly by night is to fly with the angel of respect.
For one who fly shall feel the light of life and yet every min that one fly for the angel of respect shall be with one for where there star there a warm smile that shall touch every rose that is in bloom for when one see a bird thus the bird is the eyes of the angel for who wait to fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to be touch with respect the more one feel respect the stronger it get and yet to fly by night is to fly with the angel of respect.
Just to feel the morning breeze is lie feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect for every touch of a rose is to fill the air at will fill the heart of a bird thus every min that one feel respect for once eyes shall sparkle in the night but when the moon raise thus it would be the moon light of life but to fly one feel like if one is a bird and yet to fly by night is to fly with the angel of respect.
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