In twilight’s hush, where shadows lie,
A whispering breeze, a gentle sigh,
The sky dons cloaks of violet hue,
A tapestry woven in shades of blue.
Lavender fields stretch wide and far,
Kissed by the sun, each bloom a star,
Their fragrance dances on the air,
A secret song, both sweet and rare.
Amethyst dreams in twilight's fall,
A royal touch that beckons all,
With every shade, from light to deep,
In purple's embrace, the world finds sleep.
The iris blooms, bold and serene,
In gardens where wonder and magic convene,
From plum to lilac, rich and lush,
In silence, nature yields to the hush.
Wrapped in the cloak of dusk’s embrace,
The color purple finds its place,
A resonance of mystique and grace,
A timeless hue, a soft, warm trace.
So here’s to purple, bold and bright,
A harmony born of day and night,
In every petal, every gleam,
A tapestry woven from the dream.
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