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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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Wandia

In a world of mirrors, Wandia stood,
A lady of grace, in a curious mood.
Her reflection unveiled a mystery rare,
As she pondered the secrets concealed in the air.

With a brush in her hand, she delved into lore,
Women adorned faces, a ritual to explore.
Colors danced on skin, like a painter's embrace,
A symphony of beauty, transforming each face.

Yet Wandia wondered, in the quiet of thought,
If men too wore makeup, not in colors sought.
A realization struck, like a gentle tap,
Men painted their triumphs on life's unwritten map.

Their accomplishments adorned like a mask,
A subtle veneer, a challenging task.
With each achievement, a stroke bold,
A narrative crafted, a story to be told.

Wandia smiled, for in this revelation,
She saw the artistry of human creation.
On faces and feats, makeup was found,
A canvas of life, where stories abound.

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