Coffee Beans

I just felt I have drunk hot coffee...
As I opened the door and saw your coffee-colored radiance,
Isn't it a little bitter and a little sweeter in taste?
Like our first vacation in Mexico?

We walked and walked on steep slopes....
There were coffee plants uphill;
And we touched and smelt
And we touched and kissed
those dark-brown beans and lips.

The Gardener

I am the gardener in your tulip farm;
I pick flowers and make bouquet
I am the one, who knows the secret of color and fragrance
Each morning, I stop at your door
To see your lovely son and beautiful wife
They love me as you did
They love me because you love flowers, I bring!
They love me because I lend the secret to them.

t to them.