Open Sky Is Like The House Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Open Sky Is Like The House Of The Angel Of Respect.



When one who sit by a open window thus one wish for the angel of respect to touch a heart but for when the sun raise thus the sun shall warm a heart with respect night after night for some where a heart sit a lone for it wish to feel the hand of the angel that will fill a heart with respect but just when one wish the touch of respect thus every heart that been touch shall feel the breeze that whisper in the air and yet open sky is like the house of respect.

Thus when the sky open for it's open to touch a heart with respect for every heart tat wish for the touch of respect will feel the light of life for it's the light of respect that one feel but just to look to the sky for the eyes of the angel will sparkle in the sky for it's the house of the angel with a open door oh what a feel to be touch with the hand of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect a open sky is like the house of the angel of respect.

For when the sun raise thus a bird shall touch the sky with respect the more the bird touch the sky the more the bird touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect just when one see the sun for a bird sing a sweet song of respect that will fill the land with respect for a heart will feel the respect in the land of respect and yet open sky is like the house of the angel of respect.


A quite night yet the moon shine the light of life min the air but when one feel the breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the whisper of respect to feel respect is like being touch by a rose that is in full bloom thus every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect oh where is the none call the angel of respect for a heart that wish for respect and open sky is like the house of the angel of respect.

Open sky is where one will see the angel of respect but when one see the family for it's the family that will touch every heart that wish for respect for every beat of a heart is the beat for the touch of respect but yet when one feel the hand of the angel for who's heart is full of respect will feel the touch of the angel hand on the heart of one that wish for respect thus open sky is like the house of the angel of respect.

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Well good morning to every heart that wish for respect and yet for every star that touch a heart is the star of the angel of respect for who fill the sun to warm a heart with happiness for where there happiness thus there eyes that will sparkle with respect in them and yet a heart is like a open sky that been touch with respect.
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