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Clandestine, a word of secrecy,
In history, it held a key,
From spies to smugglers' hidden deals,
It was the word, that secrecy reveals.
Revolutionaries met in the night,
Planning to challenge with all their might,
A word of whispers, a word of fear,
Clandestine echoes, the past still near.
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Echoes of History: Poems from the Past
Poetry[Grand Runner's-up at Versification-2023] "Echoes of History" explores the impact of history on individuals and societies, capturing the many emotions and experiences that make up the human experience. From legendary moments to disease and isolation...
