La Soglia Segreta

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and vines entwine, A maiden stands, a vision divine. Her orange gown, a sunset's warm embrace, Unfurls like petals in a secret place. With steps that whisper on the mystic stair, She ascends, a mystic, beyond compare. The floral blooms, a sensual, sweet delight, As she merges with the night's dark, velvet light. In her gaze, a world of dreams resides, A realm where magic, mystery, and beauty collide. The artist's brush, a masterful deceit, Weaves reality and myth, a sensual treat. In this still moment, time stands still, As she embodies the mystique of the hill. Her presence is a whispered promise kept, A guardian of secrets, in the heart, forever slept.