Keep Days

Days keep numbers and letters,
Staying with literature and answers.
The new evening and next the morning
Constitute a daily progress of our Star.

Weeks and more weeks have a strain
On us if we object to the Moon -
A Bringer of Tides, non-foolish,
And maker of the waves of our Seas.
Lands cry out under the Skies.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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