Ephemeral Whispers of Clouds - Stories Written in the Sky's Canvas of Dreams - Poem Lyrics in English
Ephemeral whispers of clouds in the azure dome,
Stories written in the sky's canvas, a celestial poem,
A dance of vaporous dreams, soft and high,
In the boundless expanse where the clouds lie.
Cottony whispers, a whispered refrain,
Painting tales on the canvas of the heavenly terrain,
Each wisp a chapter, each billow a verse,
Ephemeral whispers, the universe rehearse.
In the canvas of the sky, where day and night collide,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, a cosmic guide,
Shapes shift and morph in the ethereal stream,
A celestial ballet, a poet's dream.
Stories unfold in the nimbus embrace,
Ephemeral whispers in the infinite space,
A narrative woven in the gentlest threads,
In the tapestry of the sky, where imagination treads.
At dawn, they blush with hues so divine,
Ephemeral whispers in the morning's design,
A symphony of colors, a magical trance,
In the sky's canvas, where dreams enhance.
As the sun sets, a twilight cascade,
Ephemeral whispers in the evening's serenade,
Stories written in the fading light,
In the canvas of dreams, where day takes flight.
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| Ephemeral Whispers of Clouds - Stories Written in the Sky's Canvas of Dreams - Poem Lyrics in English |
Oh, ephemeral whispers, soft and grand,
In the vast theater of the sky, you stand,
A poetic language, silently spoken aloud,
Stories written in clouds, a celestial shroud.
In the ever-changing sky, where wonder enshrouds,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds,
A timeless script, an eternal play,
In the canvas of dreams, where stories sway.
In the vast expanse where dreams take flight,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds paint stories in the light.
On the canvas of the sky, a celestial scheme,
A narrative written in the clouds, a poet's dream.
Soft wisps of cotton, dancing on the azure stage,
Ephemeral whispers weave tales, page by page.
Stories told in strokes of white and gray,
In the boundless sky, where fantasies sway.
Oh, clouds, ephemeral poets of the day,
Shaping tales in the sky's canvas, in a whimsical array.
Whispers that linger in the gentle breeze,
Ephemeral tales told with effortless ease.
In the morning's embrace, a sunrise unfolds,
Ephemeral whispers paint stories in gold.
A canvas of dreams, where daybreak gleams,
Clouds etch verses in the sun's tender beams.
At twilight, when the sun takes its bow,
Ephemeral whispers continue the tale somehow.
A palette of hues, a celestial delight,
In the canvas of dusk, where dreams take flight.
Through the moonlit night, a silver cascade,
Ephemeral whispers in the quiet parade.
Stories written in constellations afar,
Clouds penning tales beneath the evening star.
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, a transient lore,
On the canvas of the sky, where dreams explore.
In the boundless expanse, where imagination steers,
Clouds etch stories that echo through the years.
Let the ephemeral whispers linger and play,
In the canvas of dreams, where clouds portray.
A symphony of tales, both near and far,
Ephemeral whispers, written in the sky's memoir.
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, a tale in the azure expanse,
Stories written in the sky's canvas, where dreams enhance.
Cotton-soft nomads in the vast, cerulean sea,
Drifting poets of the heavens, wild and free.
In the canvas of blue, where daylight unfurls,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, like silken swirls.
A dance in the heavens, a celestial ballet,
Stories etched in wisps, as they gracefully sway.
Oh, cloud nomads, what tales do you bring?
In your ephemeral whispers, what secrets sing?
In the sky's vast parchment, where dreams take flight,
Clouds write stories in the soft daylight.
Shapes morph and transform, a fleeting art,
Ephemeral whispers, a language of the heart.
In the canvas of dreams, where fantasies unfold,
Clouds paint stories in silver and gold.
At sunset's embrace, a vivid display,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, in the sun's last ray.
A palette of hues, where the day softly ends,
Stories in the sky, where enchantment transcends.
Moonlit whispers, a nocturnal prose,
Clouds weave tales as the night gently glows.
In the sky's diary, where infinity looms,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, in celestial rooms.
So, look up, dear dreamer, and watch the sky,
Read the stories in clouds drifting by.
In the canvas of dreams, where imagination shrouds,
Ephemeral whispers of clouds, in the vast sky's crowds.
