Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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Tighten the noose around the neck of the dying sun
Let it not escape, let it not sink beneath the horizon
Leave it suspended a while longer, out on the skyline
I am not done watching the sunset, it is not yet time
Scatter some birds, let them fly homeward bound
Let the seductive breeze blow swishing in sound
Let the Dandelion’s break and sprinkle on the sky
Like tiny white cottony clouds moving by and by.
Let someone strum pure notes on a lyre or guitar
Let those rise up into the night, clear, high and far
Let them reach out to the sun, entice him to sway
In this dusk in my life, let me dance my troubles away
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