rita recine

The waters and its grace The fountain’s grace was seen far and wide The night was azure Its architecture was of great

For every season there is change. The simple boy of the land lost his way. Lonesome and low, had no home to go. Fell asl…

The rose so perfect, so fragile yearly it grows freely. A rose is given to family and friends, A bond, a love that

A candle is left burning on the old oak table. The wick is of thread or cord. Similar to a book, it is silent yet lumino…

Feel the essence of the night. The sky is azure. Capture the fountain's presence. Its architecture is baroque. Cherubs a…

Every flower flourishes, Every leaf prospers Autumn is a season with all of its glory There are many scattered pictures …