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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.

Wesonga

In the realm of thoughts, Wesonga stood tall,
Arguing boldly, his words a curious call.
"I'd choose wealth over wisdom," he proclaimed,
A belief in riches, his mindset untamed.

"I'd rather have money than a brain,
With wealth, I'd command, a prosperous reign.
Smart minds for hire, to think in my stead,
Their brilliance employed, while I rest my head."

Yet, wisdom's value, not to be dismissed,
A treasure untold, in intellect's abyss.
For in every fortune, a limit is found,
But knowledge endures, forever unbound.

Wesonga's debate, a curious theme,
Money's allure versus wisdom's gleam.
In a world where choices weave fate's thread,
Which path prevails, where dreams are led?

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