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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.

Gitahi

In Ndonya's quiet village, where tales unfold,
Lived Gitahi, a man with stories yet untold.
He pondered the essence of plans and fate,
As destiny's threads in his life would create.

Through fields of green and hills so wide,
Gitahi strolled, lost in thoughts, by his side.
A realization dawned, a wisdom born,
"If luck guides my plan, it's tattered and torn."

In shadows of doubt, he found his light,
For plans built on fortune crumble in the night.
With every step, a revelation grew,
In the heart of Ndonya, wisdom anew.

A truth profound, Gitahi did glean,
Luck's fleeting embrace, a tricky sheen.
His voice echoed through the village air,
"If luck's your captain, beware the snare."

No longer swayed by fortune's dance,
Gitahi embraced a different chance.
In hard work and skill, his trust he'd place,
A resilient spirit, a determined grace.

For in Ndonya's tale, a lesson clear,
Luck may whisper, but hard work's near.
Gitahi, a beacon, in wisdom did stand,
A plan without luck, a plan truly grand.

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