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Sailor'S ode

Oceans roar under the feet,

Sailors stares at the anchor deep.

Treacherous waves, moping across,

The shore is far, long way to cross.

Her deep blue eyes are the beacon,

Pulling his heart tugging him home.

Yet the storm in the horizon,

Menacingly spoils his plans.

His longing are put to hold,

He still has to wait for long….

Cold winds ,sends shiver down his spine,

Her warm memories makes him hold on.

He prays fervently to Almighty today,

To God he hasn't spoken for long.

Hoping for one look into those blazing blues,

And that sweet kiss, he steers his boat along.