Somebody
arrived
by bike,
greeting,
asking,
inviting
into this
Chinese
garden.
There I rested
from a long day.
Got revived
by Asian songs.
Herbs grew wild
as feelings
sometimes do.
It was my
evening garden.
© Inge Hornisch
Chinesischer Garten
Jemand
nahte
per Rad,
grüßte,
fragte,
lud mich
in diesen
chinesischen
Garten.
Dort erholte
ich mich nach
einem langen Tag.
Asiatische Lieder
belebten meine
Sinne wieder.
Kräuter wuchsen
so dort so frei wie
manche Gefühle.
Dies war mein
Abendgarten.
© Inge Hornisch
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Published on e-Stories.org on 15.06.2010.
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