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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.

History Rhymes

History rhymes; it does not repeat,
A shadowy echo, a steady beat.
Not a mirror, but a haunting refrain,
Lessons unlearned, sung again.

Empires crumble, then rise anew,
The hands of power change their hue.
The faces differ, the motives stay,
Greed and ambition rarely stray.

Revolutions burn, ideals ignite,
Yet darkness lingers beyond the light.
Promises broken, dreams deferred,
The same old tale, slightly blurred.

Wars are waged with modern tools,
Yet hearts are led by ancient rules.
Love and hate, the eternal pair,
Dance through eras, unaware.

Oh, if we listened to whispers past,
Might wisdom’s grip take hold at last?
Or are we doomed, like poets warn,
To hum the chorus we’ve long outworn?


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