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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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Shabanji

In the quiet of twilight, Shabanji stands,
A lady with stories, etched in scars' strands.
Upon her skin, tales of trials unfold,
Each mark, a reminder of stories untold.

Bearing witness to battles, both fierce and long,
Scars whisper softly, a courageous song.
They map out the journey, the pain she endured,
Yet in each line, resilience assured.

In the mirror's reflection, she gazes deep,
Tracing the scars, where memories sleep.
They speak of heartaches, of trials faced,
But also of triumph, in strength encased.

Shabanji learns that scars are not just pain,
They're echoes of sunshine after the rain.
A mosaic of healing, etched on her skin,
A testament to the battles she's within.

So, she wears her scars, a tapestry bold,
A story of resilience, beautifully told.
For in every mark, a lesson resides,
That suffering's echoes eventually subside.

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