“What do you mean by another Day,” she asked him.
The days are reflected through its hours,
Time never sees it as a companion,
Nor aquaint it by comparison,
As Sunrise is a dawn’s highlight,
At noon, the day seeps into a stimulating fiesta,
The evening is by far its prized moments,
For it disappears into Sunset, far across the horizon,
When as lovers, we covet with Another Day,
There is a promise awaiting,
As we enjoy the darkest hours with one another,
Another Day will give rise to heartfelt expectation.
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