By Mahi Sastry

Silence drips onto the rooftop

Onto the doors

Streets empty, but whispers are loud

Sunlight filters between cracks like an ominous smile

Signaling something dark inside

Hope is a wisp burning in the head

When will it be a raging fire?

Fear has lulled us to sleep

This slumber won't lift

Until the burning rays shine through.

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