Reverie of the Painted Skies - Colors Brushed by Twilight - Poem Lyrics in English

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Reverie of the Painted Skies - Colors Brushed by Twilight - Poem Lyrics in English


In the canvas of the evening, where daylight softly dies,

Reverie of the Painted Skies, colors brushed by twilight's ties.

Hues of amber and rose, in the artist's gentle flight,

A symphony of colors, as day yields to night.


Brushstrokes of twilight paint the sky with grace,

In the reverie of evening, where the sun finds its resting place.

Cerulean blues melting into the embrace of the night,

Colors brushed by twilight, in the fading light.


Clouds like canvas, catching fire in the west,

In the painted skies' reverie, where dreams invest.

The sun's final kiss, a fiery goodbye,

As the colors of twilight begin to multiply.


Oranges and purples in a celestial ballet,

In the reverie of the skies, where colors gently sway.

A masterpiece unfolding, as the day takes its leave,

Colors brushed by twilight, in the night's reprieve.


Stars emerge like sequins in the artist's grand design,

In the painted skies' reverie, where dreams align.

A cosmic palette, in the twilight's tender glow,

Colors brushed by evening, in the dusk's soft throw.

Reverie of the Painted Skies - Colors Brushed by Twilight - Poem Lyrics in English
Reverie of the Painted Skies - Colors Brushed by Twilight - Poem Lyrics in English


So gaze upon the canvas, as daylight bids goodbyes,

In the Reverie of the Painted Skies, where twilight lies.

A tapestry of colors, in the fading light,

Brushed by the hand of evening, in the tranquil night.


In the reverie of the painted skies, where twilight weaves,

Colors brushed by twilight, a spectacle that relieves.

Hues of the sun bidding the day goodbye,

In the painted skies, where dreams touch the sky.


Brushstrokes of amber, a canvas so vast,

In the twilight's palette, the day is cast.

Oranges and pinks in the evening's embrace,

In the painted skies, where moments find their space.


Clouds painted in strokes of lavender and gold,

A masterpiece by twilight, a story to be told.

Stars emerge like diamonds, a celestial rhyme,

In the reverie of the painted skies, where dreams entwine.


The horizon a canvas, where the day retires,

Colors brushed by twilight, igniting fires.

A watercolor canvas, a celestial tie,

In the painted skies, where the day and night lie.


As the sun dips below the horizon's seam,

In the painted skies, where dreams redeem.

Listen, as the colors softly sigh,

In the reverie of the painted skies.


In the canvas of twilight, where day softly sighs,

Reverie of the Painted Skies, where colors arise.

A palette of hues, in the artist's delight,

Colors brushed by twilight, in the gentle night.


Brushstrokes of amber, a sun-kissed embrace,

In the reverie of twilight, where dreams find their space.

Clouds painted in coral, a canvas so wide,

A celestial masterpiece in the eventide.


Indigo whispers in the fading light,

Reverie of the Painted Skies, a tranquil flight.

Stars emerge like diamonds, in the canvas so high,

Colors brushed by twilight, where day and night lie.


Crimson and gold, in the sun's last adieu,

A symphony of colors, in the evening's debut.

Mountains draped in lavender, a majestic sight,

In the painted skies, where day takes its flight.


Moonlight as an artist, with a silvery stroke,

Reverie in the skies, where dreams invoke.

Nebulas and constellations, a cosmic lullaby,

Colors brushed by twilight, where wishes may fly.


So, gaze upon the canvas, where the night is born,

In the Reverie of the Painted Skies, where stars adorn.

Colors brushed by twilight, a celestial spree,

In the canvas of dreams, where the night is free.

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