In the golden hour of dusk, The world slows to a gentle sigh, As the sun bows low, a final salute, Embracing the horizon, saying goodbye.

The colors meld, a painter’s dream, Filling the sky with hues profound, Each moment a treasure to cherish, A reminder of beauty that knows no bounds.

And as night falls like a velvet cloak, The stars awaken in a tranquil trance, In this serene passage of day to night, Life dances softly, inviting us to dance.

• Umberto Saba