Along the edge

Gusts of wind began to feel strong from the west
Dried branches began to scatter on the white sand
I walked along the edge and trying to find a pearl
But there is only white sand buffeted by the waves


And then myself getting restless when I am thinking about her
I sit down and write her name on the white sand
I write her name slowly by surely
And a drawing of heart around it



Stood for a moment and looked at the writing by me
Soon the waves erase her name
And let her name be taken by the sea
At the dusk of Supiori island beach