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

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

I saw... joy, I saw pride in your heart and soul, when we were so very small. Our little feet running through the hall, …

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