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Rock-stone sentinel under a sapphire sky,
Where Africa and Europe whisper at your feet,
Monkeys dance on limestone balustrades,
Guardians of secrets and salt-sea breath.
Beneath your crags, trading galleons haunt deep tides,
Crossing the Straits like time’s elusive breath—
Phoenicians, Romans, Moors, and British drums
All leave echoes in your caverns of memory.
Your white walls gleam in morning’s rose-gold glow,
While evening stars settle on your lofty crown;
A beacon for mariners, a promise of home,
Where land and water court in timeless embrace.
O Gibraltar, stalwart heart of the Mediterranean,
In your steadfast shadow, worlds converge and sing.
May your echoes carry dreams across the sea,
Anchoring every heart with whispers of eternity.
