Comments about Deb Panda
With despaired moon; this heart is fervent
Like faith in vacuum from restless start
Not a while, looked upon both in stake
And birds whispered our voice, lyrical peak.
Wonder; this mind, to limits bearing within-
With shake, weak feet trodden to fear damn.
Ages; heal the worth; more this heart has
To wheel off our journey; rest to relent pass.
Dawn, scant in great length the rain-