© Anand Sankaran
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As fierce as Alexander’s sword,
So very cold, like an assassin’s heart.
It catches every one’s sight,
And makes them wonder at this great delight.
I stand upon the sandy beach,
With them crawling up to my knee.
My heart then ever does try to reach,
Out to the waves dancing free.
As they come with a roaring sound,
I could feel their mind very clear.
They do rise like a killer hound,
Yet their grace precedes a deer.
My eyes then did feast on the azure sky,
Silhouetted elegantly against the dancing waves.
Whilst these waves ever did try,
To pull my legs to their underwater caves.