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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.

Chepkurui

In the heart of the hills, where whispers dwell,
Lived Chepkurui, with a story to tell.
A lady of wisdom, with a curious mind,
In her philosophy, she sought to find.

"Selfish people," she'd declare with pride,
"Live longer," her belief she'd never hide.
In her world, it was a sacred decree,
A mantra she held, a truth to see.

With every step, she'd guard her own,
In her fortress of self, she'd never be thrown.
Her desires paramount, her needs above all,
In the pursuit of longevity, she'd stand tall.

Yet in her solitude, a shadow did creep,
A loneliness haunting, in the depths so deep.
For in her selfishness, she'd lost the key,
To unlock the bonds of true empathy.

As years passed by, and time marched on,
Chepkurui found herself alone at dawn.
For selfishness, it seemed, had its cost,
Leaving her stranded, her heart almost lost.

In the end, she learned a truth profound,
That in giving, true happiness is found.
For selfishness may grant a fleeting breath,
But it's in selflessness, we conquer death.

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