When the morning sun raise thus one wish to feel the touch of the angel and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect yet the more one wish the more the sun shall fill every rose for every bird that one see is the bird of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun yet the angel touch is the touch of respect.
For every touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect is the angel of happiness and yet where there the sun that been touch with respect just to feel the touch of the angel is like being touch by a rose thus for every rose that been touch by the angel of respect but the angel touch is the touch of respect.
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Very well written poem....I liked it...10 If u find time please review my poems. Thanks.