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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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Boy Wa Church

In the town of solace, 'neath the steeple's perch,
Lived a man named Boy Wa Church,
With a heart weighed down, burdened and lurch,
He vowed, "I'll stay busy, not a moment to besmirch."

With hammer and nail, he built dreams so grand,
A refuge from sorrow, in toil and sand,
Each day a canvas, with purpose in hand,
"No room for sadness," he'd firmly command.

From dawn till dusk, in the workshop's embrace,
Crafting joy in every measured space,
Whistling tunes, leaving no trace,
Of the tears that once marked his face.

In the dance of tasks, he found his reprieve,
An antidote to the ache, a balm to believe,
Busy hands, a remedy, woven to deceive,
The sorrow that threatened, he aimed to retrieve.

Yet, beneath the façade, in the quiet of night,
When stars whispered tales and the moon shone bright,
Boy Wa Church, in solitude's light,
Felt the echoes of sadness, a clandestine plight.

For busyness, a cloak, can only disguise,
The heart's silent murmurs, its muted cries,
Yet, Boy Wa Church, with determined eyes,
Chose the path of action, where solace lies.

In the rhythm of labor, a melody composed,
A symphony of purpose, where sadness dozed,
"I'll stay busy," he declared, as he closed,
The door on despair, where hope interposed.

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