Destined not to Meet

The diurnal rhythm 
brings in a new dawn.
Tagging along with 
a foggy morning,
a new day is born.

Each dawn is the key
that unlocks treasures
of a new unknown;
Adds spice and colour
in the right measure.

As the hues fade off,
Monochrome creeps in.
Twilight bids adieu;
To usher in dusk;
Harbinger of night.

A kaleidoscope
of gorgeous colours
wrapped in day and night;
Adds new memories,
the dawn and the dusk.

Two phases of day
Very similar,
Yet very discrete;
Like parallel lines
Destined not to meet!

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