Another Day, he said.

“What do you mean by another Day,” she asked him.

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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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