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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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Kalung'e

In the heart of the bustling village fair,
Where dreams and desires fill the air,
There lived a lady named Kalung'e, rare,
Whose wisdom spoke with a gentle flare.

"Patience, dear friends," she would softly say,
"Creates masterpieces in its own sweet way.
For anything forged in haste's fierce blaze,
Will cost more than the price one pays."

With eyes that gleamed like the moonlit night,
She warned of impatience' blinding light.
"For every rush, a hidden toll,
A price too steep for the eager soul."

Yet, some ignored her sage advice,
And hastened to mold their dreams precise.
But soon they found, to their dismay,
The toll of haste in every way.

For love, like a flower, needs time to bloom,
And dreams, like rivers, need space to resume.
Kalung'e's wisdom, a beacon bright,
Guided those who sought the light.

So let us heed her timeless creed,
And sow our seeds with careful heed.
For in patience lies the truest art,
And the richest treasures of the heart.

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