Scarlet Hillside

In the warmth of twilight, where shadows softly fall, A hillside village glows, like embers of it all. The buildings, terracotta hearts, beat with gentle might, As orange hues and reds, in whispers, tell the night. The artist's brush dances, with dots of vibrant hue, A tapestry of life, where dreams and reality renew. In this scarlet hillside, where ancient stones reside, A tale of passion, love, and history, side by side. The colors swirl, a kaleidoscope of the soul, As the village awakens, to a story yet untold. In every window, a tale of love and strife, A reflection of the human condition, in endless life. The scarlet hillside, a canvas of the heart, Where emotions flow, like a work of art. In this vibrant landscape, we find our own tale, A story of resilience, where hope never fails.