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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Kindiki

In the solemn church, Kindiki prays,
His heart in turmoil, tangled in a maze.
Love's supposed to lift, not shred apart,
Yet he bears witness to his own love's depart.

He whispers to the silence, questioning skies,
"Why do I cling to a love built on lies?
For my devotion's a flame, pure and bright,
But her deceit dims it, shrouding it in night."

He recalls their beginnings, the vows they exchanged,
Now tainted with secrets, sorrow entrenched.
He wonders of loyalty, its cost and its worth,
As he grapples with pain, tethered to the earth.

Through tears unbidden, he seeks to understand,
The complexities of love, the shifting of sand.
In the sanctuary's hush, his spirit in flight,
He questions the essence of love's guiding light.

Though storms may rage and passions wane,
Kindiki's devotion refuses to wane.
For in the echoes of his silent plea,
Lies the strength of a love that yearns to be free.

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