Re, Italy

A village quaint, so small and kind Re is its name, a charming place With beauty that will leave a trace From Domodossola, where people stay And only seven more to go Until the Swiss border, a sight to show Domodossola to Locarno, it's quite fine Trains passing through, a rhythmic sound As they journey to destinations bound Stands proudly in this peaceful land A place of worship, serene and calm Where people find solace, like a healing balm The beauty of Italy, so fancy-free A village small, but full of grace A hidden gem, in this wondrous place Random page: Uab Metô language