The Night The Bird Touch A Heart With Respect.

For when the sun raise thus for every rose that bloom by the sun been touch with the touch of respect for where there a moon thus for the angel of respect for who will touch once heart with respect for every star is the angels of respect for who will fill the night air with the touch of respect but for one who look to the sky will wish for the touch of respect and yet the night the bird touch a heart with respect.


Where there a heart thus there a bird that is full of respect but yet for every heart that the bird touch will be touch with the angel respect for every bird that one see is the angel of respect just to feel the touch of the stars that touch the night sky just to feel the light of life thus to the family respect mean a lot to one for who wish for the touch of respect but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night and yet the night the bird touch a heart with respect.


For every bird that touch the night sky with respect for it will fill some heart that wish for respect and yet just to see the eyes of the angel is like seeing the sun set thus for every heart that wish for respect shall shine in the night where there happiness for one will feel a warm smile that will touch a rose with respect for it will touch a heart and yet the night the bird touch a heart with respect.


Some where there a bird that wish to touch a heart with the touch of respect for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet the more one wish for the touch of respect the more respect will get stronger when it touch a heart with respect for every min that the moon shine for there a warm smile that will touch a heart with the touch of the angel respect but just to look to the night sky thus for there the angel of respect and yet the night the bird touch a heart with respect.

by Raymond Sawyer

Comments (8)

This is a comment on the previous comments: yessss! ! Great poem!
A lovely picture of serenity Ernestine, Excellent work. Love Andrew x
A fine lyrical poem from a fine painter of words. Filled with colour and light, your words shine. Bless you Ernestine. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
What a lovely poem of the worlds beauty Ernestine. Rainbows almost seem magical don't they? How can such a thing appear? Oh, this was so nice! Sincerely, Mary
A perfect ode to a rainbow. Repeat for a double rainbow? Lovely. -chuck
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