For when one look to the sky thus one see the twinkle in the sky for every twinkle is the angel of respect but when one feel the light of life for it's the moon that touch the sky but when the morning sun raise thus respect will get stronger just to feel the light is like being touch by the hand of the angel of respect and yet the morning sun is the angel of respect.
Time after time a heart wish for the touch of respect but for every heart that been touch with respect thus the eyes of the angel will sparkle in the sky just to look in the eye of the angel is like seeing a bird sing a sweet song of respect thus to every min that a heart wish for respect the more one shall see the family with the sparkle in the eyes of the family for who's heart wish for the touch of respect and yet the morning sun is the angel of respect.
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Touched by the morning sun! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.