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A Journey Through Time's Canvas - Chronicles of the Artist's Life - Poem Lyrics in English
Upon the canvas of time, the artist takes flight,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, in the palette of light.
Brushstrokes of moments, in colors so bright,
Chronicles of the artist's life, a captivating sight.
In the morning's golden hues, a sunrise unfolds,
A canvas of dawn, where the artist molds.
With every stroke, a story to narrate,
Chronicles of the artist's life, where memories resonate.
Noonday sun paints shadows long,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, a life in song.
Colors of passion, of joy, of strife,
In the artist's chronicles, where emotions rife.
Evening whispers in hues of red and gold,
A canvas of twilight, where stories are told.
Silhouettes dance in the fading light,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the approaching night.
Moonlit skies, a canvas of dreams,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where reality teems.
Stars twinkle, a celestial art,
In the artist's chronicles, where dreams depart.
Through seasons changing, a rhythmic rhyme,
A canvas of life, a dance through time.
Brushstrokes capturing laughter and tears,
Chronicles of the artist's life, through the years.
Oh, Journey Through Time's Canvas, let stories unfold,
In the artist's palette, where memories are scrolled.
Chronicles painted in the strokes of strife,
A life on canvas, where the artist breathes life.
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| A Journey Through Time's Canvas - Chronicles of the Artist's Life - Poem Lyrics in English |
On the canvas of time, strokes of colors bold,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where stories unfold.
Chronicles of the artist's life, painted with each stride,
In the palette of existence, where memories abide.
Brushstrokes of youth, in hues of vibrant play,
A journey through time's canvas, where childhood holds sway.
In the garden of innocence, where dreams take flight,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the morning light.
Easel of adolescence, with colors fierce and bright,
A journey through time's canvas, in the teenage rite.
Bold strokes of passion, in the canvas' domain,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the sunlit lane.
Palette of adulthood, with shades both dark and fair,
A journey through time's canvas, in the worldly affair.
Brushstrokes of experience, in the canvas of strife,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the tapestry of life.
Wisdom in the twilight, as the sun begins to wane,
A journey through time's canvas, in the sunset's reign.
Subtle strokes of reflection, in the evening's glow,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the afterglow.
Aged canvas whispers, tales of a life complete,
A journey through time's canvas, in the artist's seat.
Gentle strokes of legacy, in the canvas' expanse,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the final dance.
Each canvas tells a story, of the artist's strife,
A journey through time's canvas, in the canvas of life.
Chronicles painted with passion, in each stroke's demand,
In the tapestry of time, where the artist's legacy stands.
So, let the canvas unfold, in the artist's hand,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where stories withstand.
Chronicles of a life, painted in colors rife,
In the canvas of time, where the artist paints life.
On the canvas of time, where moments are spun,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where the artist's life is begun.
Brushstrokes of memories, in colors so grand,
Chronicles of the artist's life, painted on time's strand.
In the palette of youth, where innocence gleams,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where dreams take themes.
Bold strokes of passion, in the early light,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the morning's bright.
The midday sun, a zenith of prime,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, in the afternoon's climb.
Brushstrokes of endeavors, under the sun's ardent kiss,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the noontide's bliss.
As shadows lengthen in the eve's descent,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where reflections are lent.
Soft hues of reflection, in twilight's embrace,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the evening's grace.
Moonlit strokes paint tales in the nocturnal air,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where fantasies declare.
In the silent hours, when stars ignite,
Chronicles of the artist's life, in the canvas of the night.
Through the seasons, where colors evolve,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where stories resolve.
In the changing landscapes, where the artist roves,
Chronicles of the artist's life, where passion proves.
Golden strokes of wisdom in the autumn of years,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where resilience appears.
In the tapestry of experiences, where the soul survives,
Chronicles of the artist's life, where authenticity thrives.
So let the brush continue in the artist's hand,
A Journey Through Time's Canvas, where dreams expand.
In the canvas of life, where the artist finds,
Chronicles of a lifetime, in the strokes of the mind.
