Too Late -To Speak - Poem by Deb Panda
Too Late, to speak; quake!
In stir; tempted to world
Virtue; unknown, broken maid
This be -18th, entire stun could.
Be not dog; begged to scants-
Weakening shadow, down stare-
All must be, no king nor sweeper,
Be rare; thy free to gallop down air
Far be the land, far to stars woo
But seen in rain; dark alone far-
And did pertain through hassles bough.
Benign, twinkling cloud strife of mother.
With sky, mount skate must urge;
Like them, embark to each; value to damage.
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