Oh Ithaca, your rocky coast
my long forgotten home
Penelope attends the host
of suitors as I roam
I'll exorcise Poseidon's curse
and see you at the last
and hope that you are not averse
that our love has not passed
on some days, you seem mythical
as distant as the moon
I dream of you, my Ithaca
I'll see you.
Someday soon.
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