In the stormy Southern Ocean
where cold winds are blasting
majestically raise the twelve apostles
erected tens of meters high
like they've just left the land near by
on a journey, walking on water
across the seven sees
to tell the world, off
Australian wonders never seen
Showered by the salty ocean spray,
at sunrise they shimmer in yellow gold
changing colours through out the day;
from dark and foreboding in shade
to brilliant red Cowper at sunset,
delighting visitors and travelers
on the Victoria's Great Ocean Road
Milica Franchi De Luri
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