TALKING TO NOBODY
When the sun dips and bows goodbye
I, at the window, watching the cityscape,
Admiring the dusk
Talking to nobody.
A cosmic dance, unpatented
Patiently the sun prepares its solitary revolution
Or so it seems: the sun, the window and I
Talking to nobody.
Footsteps down below
The fundamental alliance between
Between the sun, the lonely one and I
Is that we excel, at this exquisite art of talking to
Nobody.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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