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In ancient times, the ferocity of war,
Echoed across lands, as the masses deplored,
Infallible warriors fought with alacrity,
Courageous hearts, their only fraternity.
Amidst the adversities, they found escape,
In clandestine movements, they could shape,
The future with eloquence and sublime might,
Intertwining memories, with hopes so bright.
The petrichor of blood and sweat, a memory,
Lost in the pages of history, yet still eerie,
As mystic whispers of the past rise,
Silent echoes of angst that still surprise.
The luminance of progress, a beacon of hope,
As science and art intertwine, they elope,
Into a euphoria of new discoveries,
And a dream of a future with no boundaries.
But even in moments of ethereal joy,
The discombobulation of reality, can destroy,
Leaving us hollow, searching for escape,
From the isolation that we can’t reshape.
Yet, amidst the ephemeral nature of life,
We find courage to face the strife,
And embrace the echoes of the past,
With a silent reverence that forever lasts.
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Echoes of History: Poems from the Past
שירים[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...
