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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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Bursuna

Bursuna, a name with a fire's crackle,
Speaks truth though some hearts may find it bramble.
"If a girl fades, a whisper, a sigh,
Respect her decree, let her memory die.

Don't chase phantoms, don't beg or implore,
For a ghost's silence is what she craves more.
Become a wisp, a forgotten affair,
Let silence echo her wish in the air.

Haunt not her thoughts, a tethered balloon,
Set her adrift, beneath a new moon.
A ghost in return, that's the only way,
To honor the ending, come what may."

Bursuna's wisdom, a bitter pill,
But whispers respect where emotions run still.
So vanish like smoke, let the memory wane,
For a ghost's respect soothes a heart in pain.

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