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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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Mukwanjiru

In a realm where echoes softly sing,
Mukwanjiru, with heart aflutter, took wing.
Through whispers of fate, a divine decree,
She unearthed the truth, a revelation, set free.

God's call echoed in the still of the night,
A sacred mission, bathed in celestial light.
Mukwanjiru, humble soul, eyes wide,
Embraced the purpose only she could confide.

In the tapestry of destiny, threads align,
Her journey unfurls, a narrative divine.
Through valleys of doubt and peaks of grace,
Mukwanjiru strides, finding her place.

Through trials and triumphs, she would trod,
A vessel chosen, marked by the hand of God.
In the symphony of purpose, a melody clear,
Mukwanjiru dances, shedding every fear.

For in the quietude of self-discovery,
She found the calling, her sacred reverie.
Only she, a singular note in God's grand score,
Mukwanjiru walks the path, forevermore.

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