Rozana punctuates scattered attention with a cushion of solitude. The kindling of mundanity is adorned with a cacophony of details that we tend to contemplate every day.Rozana is like the proclamation of love, the feeling of mundanity diminished by the alchemy of balance.

For there is no expiration of every day,
For anticipation of every day is like an echo of a possibility,
For Rozana is a feeling, every day.