Huanchaco
Garúa blinds the beach each day
Grey on grey and grey waves breaking
Pelicans and gulls partaking
In the play of grey on grey
Are aching for the sun’s awaking
Driving dreary days away
Yet sand and sky and sea are prey
To grey on grey and grey waves breaking
And though my mind’s eye should be waking
Colour in its flaming ray
My fantasy is in the sway
Of grey on grey and grey waves breaking
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