Live If Its No More Poem by Deb Panda

I wish – it was her prints –
On my crystal face; forever she sings,
And I’ve if its no more in him,
Of sadism, of leniency of a single night.
How was her bright; painted-
In a restless bustle of heart,
But never be wrong, if I were,
Some partiality, and some pain of forlorn.
Forgotten – all,
Above her rules,
to hues and to her applause
the bottom to all her lilt and briefly-veil
under the woods; where was thaw heaven.
Wish – wish was the worth of the futile-
That would ever leave the lagged shadow,
Stopped con the point to unhurt harmony,
That would ever leave the lagged Shadow.