The soles of shoes
stabbed the white
sand – as many grains
of them as the population
of China. The soles

made their mark on the
white sand.
The land on the earth
is lucky. Any mark
of injury on it,

and the wind takes it
away. But not here.
These marks of
injury – these shall
remain forever

’cause the wind said,
‘Oh! You grains are
arrogant. Never ever
again am I going to
heal you guys again.

I’ll continue to heal
your friends on
Earth, though.
At least, they’re humble.
At least. they’re humble.’