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Dawn | Nisheeth Srivastava

In the city of Ephron, beneath the towering statues of long-dead prophets, the people moved like a river—obedient, smooth, unquestioning.

I see the light—But where?In her eyes. Evoke it, summon it—With burning passion!I hold a lamp in this endless dark,Yet

O heart,Restrain your thoughts—She is far,Yet her love sears me.And when she is near,Her presence burns me all the same.

And I said,“Look into my eyes, and we will drown in each other.Hold me,So our embrace lasts beyond time,Until we