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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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Silent Disturbance

I mind my own business, quiet and clear,
Yet somehow, that silence stirs the air.
Eyes follow, whispers rise like smoke,
As if my calmness is some kind of joke.

I walk my path, no words to share,
But even peace, it seems, can tear.
Their provocations, sharp and sly,
Beg for a reaction, but I pass by.

What is it about this stillness of mine
That pulls their strings, makes their anger shine?
I won’t be dragged, I won’t engage,
Their chaos can’t contain my stage.

I carry on, though eyes may burn,
From every corner, every turn.
My quiet strength, it stands alone,
For in this silence, I’ve found my own.

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