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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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Shiundu

In the realm of dreams, Shiundu stood tall,
Ambition burning, a flame to enthrall.
He sought to explain, his purpose clear,
But the deaf ears around him refused to hear.

In a world where apathy veiled their gaze,
Shiundu grappled with words, a futile phase.
For those without dreams, no empathy found,
In their stagnant minds, ambition was bound.

He pondered the hours spent in vain,
Justifying dreams, like whispers in the rain.
To those who lacked the fire within,
His ambition seemed a foreign, perplexing sin.

Yet Shiundu, in wisdom, came to see,
A truth that set his yearning spirit free.
No need to convince the aimless few,
For his ambitions were dreams only he knew.

In the quiet acceptance of his solitary quest,
Shiundu found solace, a heart at rest.
For time spent justifying to the blind,
Was a waste profound, a futile bind.

In the echoes of silence, he forged his way,
Ambition unspoken, a dawn's gentle ray.
For those who lack dreams will never comprehend,
The burning passion that drives a soul to ascend.

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