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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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Mucha


In the realm of doubt, Mucha stood alone,
His confidence a beacon, brightly shone.
Yet, in the whispers of uncertainty's groove,
He found a truth profound, a truth to prove.

Confidence, a cloak draped in self-assured air,
Mucha realized, was not the proof to bear.
In the crucible of doubt, a revelation unfurls,
Proof, the architect of confidence, it swirls.

No grand facade, no mere bravado's art,
But evidence substantial, a solid start.
In the crucible of doubt, Mucha discerned,
Proof's alchemy, where true confidence earned.

A journey embarked, a paradigm turned,
Mucha learned, and in wisdom, he burned.
For confidence, a phoenix from proof's ember,
It's the evidence that sparks a fearless temper.

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