Colours: Purple #5

In twilight's gentle, hushed caress, A hue emerges, nothing less, Purple, the shade of dreams' first flight, Where day meets night in soft twilight.

Amongst the heather and the vine, In every tale, in every rhyme, Purple blooms with regal might, A symphony of dusk and light.

In fields of lavender and thistle, It tells a tale, a whispered whistle, Of magic spells and stars above, In every shade, it finds its love.

A noble color, deep and true, In sunsets' glow and morning's dew, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In shades of purple, pure and bright.

So let it linger in your gaze, In twilight's awe, it sets ablaze, A hue that speaks of mystery, In every heart, its legacy.