“Grapes!”

GRAPES!

I long for the days passed away,

It recalls still smell the scent of your beans.

Inebriates the eyes leaving a calm breath,

I would like another opportunita`per keen relish,

Color overwhelm your thoughts.

I am assailed by the immense reflection of your beauty,

the taste of your coffee beans loose yet the imprint on the palate.

Your bunches color gold, grown in the garden of the heart,

I collect them by touching them as silk.

Juice sweetness, remained over time infuses the soul,

Fresh and refreshing hanging to the branches of love.

MariaVittoria Massimo