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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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Singini

In the town of whispers and wistful sighs,
Lived Singini, beneath cerulean skies.
Her eyes held tales of sorrow and plight,
A soul yearning to set things right.

"Yesterday is heavy," she'd softly proclaim,
Her voice like a melody, a delicate frame.
In every word, a burden unfurled,
Echoing through the corners of the world.

With gentle persistence, she'd implore,
"Put it down," she'd whisper, "forevermore."
But memories clung like shadows in the night,
Weighing down hearts with their unwelcome might.

Yet Singini persisted, her spirit unwavering,
In the face of trials, her courage unfaltering.
She danced with the stars, her laughter bright,
A beacon of hope in the darkest of night.

For though yesterday may be heavy, it's true,
With Singini's grace, we find strength anew.
So let go of burdens, release them with care,
For tomorrow's promise awaits, fresh and rare.

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