The Night One Feel The Night Breeze. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus every min that the sun raise for one will feel a warm smile that touch every rose that one see but just to feel the sun is like being touch of the light of life yet light is like a rose that bloom in the night yet every rose is the rose of the angel for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect and yet for every touch of once heart for there happiness but just to look to the sky for every star that one see shall shine in the night and yet for every night one feel the night breeze.



For one who wish for respect thus one will feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the whisper of respect that will fill the night air but when one see the raising of the sun thus every min that one feel the touch of the sun that will warm a heart with the touch of respect the more one feel respect the more one will feel a warm smile that touch a heart with respect and yet the night one feel the night breeze.




When the sun shine thus it touch every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but when one see a bird thus it will fill the blue sky with the touch of respect just to feel the sun is like being touch by the angel for who's house is the night sky for every min that one feel the touch of respect thus for some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect that will fill a heart and yet the night one feel the night breeze.



Time after time for every min that one wish for respect the more the light of life will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet for every whisper of the night breeze will touch a heart with the touch of respect for who's heart will feel the morning sun that touch the blue sky for there a star that will sparkle for it's the angel of respect that will touch once heart and yet the night one feel the night breeze.