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From My Bedroom Window ©

Ian McCrae
Sydney, Australia

From my bedroom window
I watch the sea and sand,
The fragile beauty of the shore
Untouched by human hand.

The sound of crashing waves
Along the rocky shore,
Echoes in my memory
A sound: that I adore.

The hidden caves are filled
With mysteries from the sea,
A thousand years of Shipwrecks
Lie buried in the lee.

Looking out beyond the crags
The coastlines white with foam,
The artic winds send secret sounds
Wherever natives roam.

Although it's in my memory
And we are far apart,
A seashell held against my ear
Lifts my weary heart.

I know my bedroom window
Is so far away.
The wind still calls it's secret sound
Every: single day.

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