Renate Scoble

Evening falls,
the air is redolent.
At the open window,
the smell of bruised herbs.
I drink deeply from a glass in my hand.
Relaxed, deep down a feeling stirs
of peaceful growth.
Creativity awakens gently.

Creativity awakens gently
of peaceful growth.
Relaxed, deep down a feeling stirs.
I drink deeply from a glass in my hand.
The smell of bruised herbs
at the open window.
The air is redolent.
Evening falls.
 

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