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A Tapestry of Twilight - When Shadows Weave the Fabric of Evening, in the Loom of Dusk - Poem Lyrics in English
In the gentle embrace of twilight's hue,
Where shadows dance in evening's debut,
A tapestry unfolds in hues of dusk,
As shadows weave, in silence, the musk.
In the loom of evening, where darkness thrives,
Threads of night intertwine in lives.
Each stitch a whisper, each knot a sigh,
In the fabric of twilight, where dreams do lie.
Through whispers of wind and whispers of trees,
The tapestry of twilight unfurls with ease.
In the quiet symphony of fading light,
Shadows dance, in the embrace of night.
With every stroke of the loom's soft hand,
A new story weaves, in the twilight land.
A tapestry woven with secrets untold,
In the quiet of evening, where mysteries unfold.
So let us linger in twilight's embrace,
Where shadows weave their silent grace.
In the tapestry of evening, where dreams take flight,
We find solace in the gentle embrace of night.
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| A Tapestry of Twilight - When Shadows Weave the Fabric of Evening, in the Loom of Dusk - Poem Lyrics in English |
In the loom of dusk, where shadows play,
A tapestry of twilight begins its display.
Threads of darkness weave through the air,
Crafting a canvas both eerie and fair.
When evening falls and daylight fades,
The fabric of night in darkness cascades.
Silhouettes dance in the fading light,
As the tapestry of twilight takes flight.
In the depths of darkness, secrets lie,
In the twilight's embrace, they amplify.
Each stitch a whisper, each knot a sigh,
In the tapestry of evening's quiet cry.
As stars emerge and the moon ascends,
The tapestry of twilight gracefully blends.
A masterpiece woven with skill and grace,
Capturing the essence of twilight's embrace.
So behold the beauty of evening's bloom,
In the tapestry of twilight's quiet gloom.
For in the shadows that softly sway,
A glimpse of magic forever will stay.
In the loom of dusk, where shadows play,
A tapestry of twilight, woven by the day.
Threads of gold and silver intertwine,
As evening's embrace begins to entwine.
Each stitch a whisper, soft and serene,
In the fabric of twilight, a scene unseen.
The sky becomes a canvas, painted with hue,
As the sun bids farewell, and stars renew.
In the quiet moments before night's descent,
The tapestry of twilight finds its ascent.
Shadows dance in the fading light,
Weaving stories of the day's flight.
Beneath the canopy of dusky blue,
The world transforms, both old and new.
A symphony of colors, a masterpiece divine,
In the tapestry of twilight, where moments align.
So let us pause and admire the sight,
As shadows weave in the fading light.
For in the loom of dusk, where day meets its end,
A tapestry of twilight, forever transcends.
