Crimson Dreams on the Horizon - Where Sunset Paints the Evening Sky - Poem Lyrics in English
In the canvas of the evening sky,
Where daylight bids its sweet goodbye,
Crimson dreams emerge with grace,
As sunset paints its fiery embrace.
The horizon blushes in hues of red,
A tapestry woven as the sun is bled,
Glowing embers in the fading light,
Igniting the heavens, a celestial sight.
The sun, a painter with a brush of gold,
Dips below where the day is strolled,
Leaving whispers of warmth in the air,
Crimson dreams scattered everywhere.
Clouds like brushstrokes, soft and grand,
In the canvas sky, they gently stand,
Reflecting the fire of the sun's descent,
A masterpiece in the firmament.
Silhouettes dance in the dying light,
As nature dons its evening attire,
Crimson dreams on the horizon unfold,
A story of beauty, of ages untold.
The world bathed in a scarlet glow,
As night emerges, a tranquil flow,
Stars awaken, a sparkling array,
Crimson dreams linger, holding sway.
In the quiet of the twilight's gleam,
A moment suspended, a tranquil dream,
Where the sun and moon briefly align,
Crimson dreams on the horizon shine.
Beneath the canvas of the heavens, where day and dusk entwine,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, where sunset starts to shine.
Brushstrokes of the evening sky, painted with hues so bold,
A masterpiece unfolding, as the sun's tale is told.
In the tapestry of twilight, where colors gently blend,
Crimson dreams awaken, a symphony without an end.
The sun, a fiery artist, dips below the edge,
Leaving trails of scarlet, on the horizon's ledge.
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| Crimson Dreams on the Horizon - Where Sunset Paints the Evening Sky - Poem Lyrics in English |
A palette of oranges, purples, and gold,
The sunset unfolds, a story to be told.
Crimson dreams on the canvas, where daylight softly dies,
A celestial ballet, beneath the darkening skies.
Whispers of the zephyrs, as daylight takes its leave,
Crimson dreams unfurl, as if the air conceives.
The sun, a molten ember, surrenders to the night,
Leaving behind a painting, a breathtaking sight.
Mountains silhouette against the fiery glow,
Crimson dreams dance, casting a tranquil, fiery show.
Reflecting on the waters, mirroring the sky,
As daylight bids adieu, and stars begin to sigh.
Oh, crimson dreams on the horizon's embrace,
Where the sun and moon share a moment, face to face.
A celestial waltz, as day and night align,
In the canvas of the heavens, where dreams entwine.
So let the evening linger, in its fiery grace,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, a captivating space.
As the sun completes its journey, sinking low,
The magic of the twilight, in its afterglow.
Beneath the canvas of the heavens, where day and dusk entwine,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, where sunset starts to shine.
Brushstrokes of the evening sky, painted with hues so bold,
A masterpiece unfolding, as the sun's tale is told.
In the tapestry of twilight, where colors gently blend,
Crimson dreams awaken, a symphony without an end.
The sun, a fiery artist, dips below the edge,
Leaving trails of scarlet, on the horizon's ledge.
A palette of oranges, purples, and gold,
The sunset unfolds, a story to be told.
Crimson dreams on the canvas, where daylight softly dies,
A celestial ballet, beneath the darkening skies.
Whispers of the zephyrs, as daylight takes its leave,
Crimson dreams unfurl, as if the air conceives.
The sun, a molten ember, surrenders to the night,
Leaving behind a painting, a breathtaking sight.
Mountains silhouette against the fiery glow,
Crimson dreams dance, casting a tranquil, fiery show.
Reflecting on the waters, mirroring the sky,
As daylight bids adieu, and stars begin to sigh.
Oh, crimson dreams on the horizon's embrace,
Where the sun and moon share a moment, face to face.
A celestial waltz, as day and night align,
In the canvas of the heavens, where dreams entwine.
So let the evening linger, in its fiery grace,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, a captivating space.
As the sun completes its journey, sinking low,
The magic of the twilight, in its afterglow.
In the tapestry of twilight, where day and dusk entwine,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, where the sun's descent align.
Brushstrokes of fire paint the canvas high,
Where sunset weaves its hues, in the evening sky.
The day sighs farewell, in a blaze of farewell,
Crimson dreams ablaze, a spectral spell.
The sun, a molten orb, takes its final bow,
Igniting the heavens, a fiery vow.
Silhouettes dance against the flaming tide,
As daylight and darkness intertwine, side by side.
A symphony of colors, a celestial sigh,
Crimson dreams unfold as the night draws nigh.
Golden embers kiss the clouds' soft embrace,
Casting shadows on the world's quiet face.
The horizon, a tapestry of burning desire,
As the sun sets the sky, the stars acquire.
In this twilight waltz, where dreams take flight,
Crimson dreams on the horizon, a captivating sight.
The day whispers secrets to the waiting night,
As the sun dips low, in a palette so bright.
Glowing embers linger, in the afterglow,
Crimson dreams lingering, a luminous show.
Night unfolds its wings, a velvet cloak,
As stars emerge, in the celestial spoke.
Oh, crimson dreams on the horizon's brink,
Where the sun and the stars sweetly link.
In the quiet expanse where day and night vie,
Crimson dreams linger in the evening sky.
