when waves lash onto shore?
Seems like an army of hordes,
who are about to cross swords.
Have you anything heard 'em say,
when they plunge and wash away?
Seems like Titans on a battlefield,
with drawn swords never to yield.
Have you heard secrets of the rocks,
on whom the foamy water mocks?
Seems like jovial toddlers at play,
full of glee in their own merry way.
Prasenjit©2022
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