Awakening the man in the forest

Brewing tea bag as the land in time
Dazed in hot steam

Blue as the sky – as your mirror

Retreat of the clouds
Brings no rain, and the knights follow the moon
To reach an apple

The night holds the whole land
And there is no low without high

Please, follow his words:
All the apples are in the forest
And the ancestors ghosts on the moon


K.A.Gulias