In the heart of Tuscany, where sun-kissed hills arise,
Under an azure sky, beneath the ancient skies,
There lies a village, by time’s gentle sighs,
Named after her, the epitome of wise.
“Fra’ Cristina,” noble and pure as morning dew,
Her spirit, like a river, forever true.
In every sunlit path, in each rustic hue,
Her legacy, in every stone, imbued.
Her hands, though gone, still weave the tales of yore,
Of fields that dance with golden wheat and lore.
Her laughter echoes on the hillside’s shore,
A symphony of joy, forevermore.
Her eyes, like emeralds, held the sea within,
Reflecting dreams that others couldn’t pin.
In every heart, her wisdom does spin,
A golden thread, a timeless kin.
Oh, Fra’ Cristina, in our memories thrive,
Your spirit, like a beacon, brightly alive.
Through generations, your love will survive,
In every tale retold, under the Tuscan sky so high.
This humble village, kissed by the sun’s warm gaze,
Honors you, Fra’ Cristina, in every maze.
Your name, forever etched, in the heart of this place,
A testament to a life that gracefully blazes.
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