TSL, 

Prompt 28 June 28 Whispering Waves by Shyamal Mukherjee sir based on the poem by JG Williams

Whispering waves come to die

On the shore in cohorts

Swift and short whispers

Exsangue and empty of energy

Barely touching the sand 

Leaving a soft foamy line

Behind them 

Defining wet and dry sand

Or stomping the ground 

Creating angry whirlpools

Screaming utter frustration 

To the sudden barrier 

Standing in their way

Crashing on top of it

Overcoming any obstacle 

Leaving for the following ones 

To make their way inland 

Their voice carried by the sea breeze 

Songs of the alluring sirens

Unseen temptresses.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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