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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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Perspective

Dust swirls in Mwakirunge, a village of red,
A child kneels, cupped hands catching what's shed
From a cracked clay pot. A precious, cool kiss,
Water, a treasure, a fleeting kind bliss.

Little fingers dam the flow on the ground,
A fleeting river, a world to be found.
Boats of green leaves sail a muddy sea,
Hopeful thoughts whispered, a symphony.

An elder approaches, eyes crinkled and wise,
Sees the child's world in those tear-filled eyes.
"Small one," he murmurs, voice warm as the sun,
"The world you see, child, is already begun."

"Change how you think, let joy be your guide,
And the world you create will change by your side."

The child ponders, a smile breaks the frown,
For water, though scarce, can still paint a bright town.
He shares his muddy river, laughter takes flight,
Mwakirunge transforms, bathed in hopeful light.

Thoughts turn to rain, to clouds full and vast,
The village transformed, a future surpassed.
For the world we build starts within, don't you see?
Hope is the water, flowing eternally.

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