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
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