Memories of a magic island.
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In the Grand Harbour of Valletta
Lay floating cities of the seas.
Smugly berthed cruise liners, all
Beyond the reach of you and me.
So we gazed in awe at their grandeur,
White, dazzling the eye against a sky
And sea of deepest azure. Then, slowly
Turned and climbed to the ramparts high.
The noon-day cannons crossed the waters,
Touching Three Cities, ancient and grand.
Sound-waves of the past, in the green and
Gold of the Barracca Gardens’ fertile land.
We strolled the streets of history,
Their magic seeping gently through
Every moment. Living the present,
Loving the brave past of Malta, strong and true.
Very evocative and lovely, I felt as if I had been there myself. 
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