Roza

I jumped to the top. I dropped to the bottom. I see the Roza. I can simply say inside of me there is Roza. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter I'm roaming around. But Roza is everywhere, every time Poses for pictures of life of mine. Shining lights of life they call me on and on in thousand ways. Empty page likes playing with the time all the time. I jumped to the top. I dropped to the bottom. I see the Roza.