ennui
on days when the blues play unwished for
I stroll out beyond - wish for more -
to blue remembered driftwood shore
light a fire among the dunes
and in the mists beneath the moon
give full voice to sadness - my croon -
if croon it be - laments across the faithless sea
and echoes - so it seems to me -
in verses neatly - three by three
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