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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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The Keepers of the Old

The hands that built the towers tall,  
Now guard the walls, refuse the call,  
Of winds that whisper, bold and new,  
Afraid of change, afraid of truth.  
  
They laid the stones, they shaped the land,  
And now they fear to lift their hands,  
For what they built, they cannot see,  
Is crumbling in eternity.  
  
The roads they paved once gleamed with gold,  
Now cracked and weathered, growing cold.  
Yet still they stand, in rigid pride,  
Blocking the waves, holding the tide.  
  
But time will shift, and bricks will fall,  
And in their place, new voices call.  
For what was built must yield its place,  
To let the future find its space.  
  
The keepers of the past may cling,  
But still, the winds of change will sing,  
And through the cracks, the seeds will grow,  
Despite the ones who won’t let go.

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