You are eloquently bound
As I swim past your profundity,
Subtle beauty.
I am to write you
A connection of epistles
A novella even,
And at the beginning,
I will salute you.
To Georgia,
Whose eyes are the Atlantic.
From the sea that you are,
I beacon and wax
And towards the sea that you are,
In you, I will return.
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