The rattle of the cups
the ringing of the spoons
the chatter of the girls
working the counter;
the whoosh of the steam
the squish of the whipped cream
the low rumble of people
talking to one another;
the scent of coffee
the pastry's aroma
the click of computer keys
on a dozen laptops;
it is all beautiful to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem