To See A Angel Is Like Feeling The Light Of Life. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when one see a angel for every min that one see a angel for one will feel the touch of respect but where there a angel for there a rose to be touch with respect but to look in the eyes of the angel for one could see a sparkle in the angel eyes that is respect for the family for who's heart is fill with respect thus respect mean a lot to the family and yet to see a angel is like feeling the light of life.
Time after time one wish for the touch of respect for the more one wish the more one will feel the light of life thus it's the moon that is the light of life for one who feel the light of respect for once eyes shall twinkle in the night with respect for every twinkle is the twinkle of the stars that one see in the night but for who will feel the twinkle of respect and yet to see a angel is like feeling the light of life.
Thus for every twinkle the more one shall feel the touch of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night but for when one see the moon thus the moon will shine just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect but for every bird that one see shall touch the morning blue sky with the touch of respect and yet to see a angel is like feeling the light of life.
For where there happiness for the sun shall touch a heart with happiness for every heart that been touch thus every rose shall fill a heart that wish for respect night after night that one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish the more the light of life will fill once heart yet just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper of the night breeze for one feel respect and yet to see a angel is like feeling the light of life.
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