The need for love

The beauty of the west in the morning Always seem to compete with that of the east at evening The fall ing snow in winter versus the madness of sun dunes, I mean there they are images of desires Like a spell of peace and madness of solitude, The clouds, the view through wind, the rainy streets That paper flying like a kite, huh! Simple Like a melancholy tune, The many hellos and what's good , the windy afternoon, Beside the river, the ripples. The pure peace of those days, before the infectious desire, The want that turned to a need, Then wrapped my entire soul, Before ravaging all my freshness and caused startling tears. Now is like the world contend for my own eyes Mine but they see what I wish not to.