Ana Roxana Ciupuliga

Ripe colours falling Heart, song, breathe fresh air today Fire! Love awaits.

The unknown blossoms Hugs, kisses and cinnamon Love needs time to grow.

The irony of life itself is nothing but a lightning shake You sleep your life and one day \"POW\"! It hits you in a striking glance. The mirror rests on the same wall, In the same place,