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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.

Ndima

Ndima watched the sunset's fiery crown,
A heart grown heavy, burdened by a frown.
He'd poured his kindness out, a ceaseless stream,
Yet all he got was an ungrateful scream.

For one he'd labored, back bent, brow in sweat,
Planted their fields, helped them pay off a debt.
He built their home, strong against the storm,
But still they whined, their faces etched in scorn.

He brought them fish, a bounty from the sea,
They scoffed and muttered, "Not enough for three!"
He offered wisdom, a guiding hand to hold,
They pushed it back, their defiance bold.

Ndima sighed, a tear traced down his cheek,
The weight of thanklessness, a burden bleak.
The sun dipped low, painting the sky with flame,
And in its glow, a truth whispered his name:

"You cannot please an ever-hungry soul,
A bottomless pit, a heart that's out of control.
Give love, give grace, but let your spirit mend,
Some will not cherish, their joy will not transcend."

With newfound resolve, he rose and faced the night,
His kindness a fire, burning ever so bright.
He'd help those worthy, with hearts that understood,
And leave the others lost in ingratitude. 

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