I am tired with rumours
The bricks with which the world is made
I will go to watch the silent sea
Move forth and back
See busy men in straw hats
Bear themselves in straw boats
The sea I see unend swelling
Bursting its fluffy waves white as snow ashore
And this scenery calm and nature given
Swallows my woes.
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Yes, when your world is upside down with hurtful rumours, go to the sea and blow the grime from the city away and build a lovely day! Beautiful write!