In the twilight hour,
when day kisses night,
the world holds its breath,
a moment suspended in time.
Shadows stretch long,
and the stars awaken,
pinpricks of light,
scattered across the velvet sky.

The air is thick with magic,
a tapestry of dreams,
where reality wanes,
and the imagination takes flight,
a celestial embrace,
a gateway to the unknown.

• Gino Bartali