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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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Nyamarachi

In a world where crowds clamor, voices meld,
Stands Nyamarachi, steadfast, uncompelled.
A lady of wisdom, her spirit unswayed,
In the chorus of opinions, her own path she laid.

Self-development, she whispered, with a gleam,
Is a journey solitary, a personal dream.
For growth knows no bounds in a collective embrace,
But in solitude's chamber, it finds its true grace.

With each step she took, a lesson she learned,
In the quiet of solitude, her wisdom discerned.
No echo of opinions could sway her resolve,
For she knew her own path, her problems to solve.

In the din of the world, where many voices vie,
Nyamarachi stood tall, beneath the vast sky.
Self-development, she insisted, is a solo endeavor,
For in the depths of oneself, lies treasures forever.

So let the world chatter, let opinions fly,
Nyamarachi knows, under her own sky.
For self-development blooms in the silence profound,
A journey of one, on solid ground.

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