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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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Losses

Through the shadows of loss, we tread,
Where tears are shed, where dreams have fled.
Yet in the silence, lessons bloom,
From broken hearts, new strength consumes.

Each fall, each stumble, each goodbye,
Becomes a whisper, a reason why.
For in the pain, the truth is found,
That from the depths, we’re truly crowned.

Loss may leave its mark and scar,
But it will guide us, near and far.
For growth is born where we endure,
In the empty spaces, we become pure.

So let the losses come and go,
For in their wake, we learn to grow.
The stepping stones that seem so small,
Will lift us up when we stand tall.


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