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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.

Nasimiyu

Nasimiyu, with eyes ablaze,
A fire in her soul that stays,
Met a soul with drooping head,
Muttering, "Defeat's ahead."

"You can't make a quitter thrive," she cried,
"Success won't bloom where dreams have died.
It takes a spark, a burning will,
To chase the heights, the distant hill."

The downcast one, with whispered doubt,
Fumbled with excuses, spilling out,
"I'm not enough, I'll never win,"
A web of self-defeat they'd spin.

But Nasimiyu, fierce and bold,
Her voice a story yet untold,
"The greatest failures, one can see,
Are those who never dared to be."

"Quitting whispers in your ear,
Will drown the roar you have to hear.
It's not about what might go wrong,
But rising strong where you belong."

Her words, a whip, a firebrand,
Awoke a hope they couldn't withstand.
A flicker in the downcast eyes,
A chance to rise, a chance to try.

For Nasimiyu knew, success won't wait,
It favors those who seal their fate.
With heart ablaze and spirit keen,
They'll chase the heights, a winning team.

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