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In ancient times, amidst adversity and strife,
Courage was a virtue that marked a noble life.
With infallible heart and ferocity in their eyes,
Warriors fought battles, fierce as the skies.
The echo of their rage still reverberates in history,
Their alacrity, a lesson in eloquence and mystery.
In battles won and lost, the memory still lives on,
A sublime reminder of what we once had known.
But amidst the ethereal mist of time,
Mystic legends intertwine with the sublime.
The lost and forgotten, their stories discombobulate,
Their secrets hidden in a clandestine fate.
In moments of isolation, we often dream,
Of escape from the present, from the world's extreme.
We seek the petrichor of a new dawn,
As we shed the angst of yesterday's yawn.
For in the darkness of the night,
Luminance is a fleeting sight.
An ephemeral beauty that fades too soon,
Leaving behind a hollow tune.
But even in the midst of despair,
We find hope, a euphoric flare.
For history has shown us time and time again,
That even the most sophisticated empire can fall to ruin.
And yet, amidst the ruins, we find,
A beauty that is both ancient and kind.
A memory of a time long gone,
When life was simple, and hearts beat as one.
So let us embrace the silence of the past,
And let our spirits soar at last.
For in the echoes of our history,
Lies the key to our future's mystery.
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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...
