In sundown shades where quiet sparkles,
A material stretches, the domain of dreams.
Delicate pastels mix, where shadows play,
In lively murmurs, they float away.
Blood red flashes of energy touch off the evening,
Emerald trusts dance in ethereal light.
Sky blue influxes of quiet wash over the spirit,
While brilliant dreams restore the soul.
However dreams can obscure, a turbulent dim,
As fears arise in the illumination of day.
Profound violet questions and charcoal apprehensions,
Paint the edges of our quiet tears.
Yet, in the midst of the turmoil, a range sparkles,
Each variety a story that main we know.
In the profundities of sleep, we track down our direction,
Through the kaleidoscope where we long to remain.
So shut your eyes and allow varieties to unfurl,
For in dreams, we view as the valiant and the striking.
An orchestra of shades, both delicate and splendid,
The shade of dreams, our directing light.
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