Start of a dawn, on a sea shore

I, overjoyed seeing the colored pebbles

I pick a green one, alluring

and then another, pink

I find it more beautiful as I look close

 

And then I picked some other

threw the old ones, in excess

and this way, my time went by

At last I saw a white one shining

So beautiful, I only took it home

 

Long after, I wondered…

had picked the white one first,

would I have loved it the same…

 

I shun my thought…