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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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Nyongesa

In a quiet corner, Nyongesa sits,
Sipping white coffee, his mind in fits.
His thoughts entwine like a vine's embrace,
As he ponders the vine, in its verdant grace.

Branches reaching, climbing high,
A symphony of leaves against the sky.
From the main stem, they gently sway,
Bearing fruit, as if to say:

"Life's journey, a winding vine,
Each branch a chapter, a story fine.
Pruned and nurtured, we grow tall,
In the vineyard of life, we stand enthralled."

Nyongesa ponders this natural dance,
How the vine's branches lead its chance.
In his cup, white coffee swirls,
As his mind, like the vine, unfurls.

Each sip a moment, each thought a vine,
In the garden of his mind, they intertwine.
With every sip, a new branch appears,
Guiding him through the vineyard of years.

So here sits Nyongesa, in quiet repose,
With white coffee in hand, his thoughts compose.
In the vine's wisdom, he finds his delight,
As he sips and dreams through the tranquil night.

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