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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.

Wayodi

In a village where men avoided being nice,
Lived a lady named Wayodi, wise and wise.
With grace in her step and light in her eyes,
She spoke of contentment under starlit skies.

"It's a lucky man," she'd often declare,
"Who finds joy in his station, beyond compare.
For riches and fame may come and go,
But inner peace is a treasure to know."

With a gentle smile and a steadfast gaze,
She'd weave her words in a captivating maze.
"Embrace the simple, the mundane, the small,
For therein lies the greatest wealth of all."

In her humble abode, by the fireside glow,
She'd share tales of fulfillment, sweet and slow.
For Wayodi knew, in her heart of hearts,
That true happiness blooms where contentment starts.

So let us heed her wisdom, let us take heed,
And cherish each moment, in thought and deed.
For in the quiet corners of life's embrace,
Lies the fortune of joy, in every humble place.

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