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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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Pathways

Beneath the vast and open sky,
I stand where endless pathways lie.
Each road a whisper, soft and near,
Yet none with certainty is clear.

A spark of thought, a fleeting aim,
Yet every choice feels much the same.
To build, to craft, to teach, to lead—
What truly grows from planted seed?

The scale of time, the weight it bears,
Each hour spent, a dream it spares.
Yet dreams of growth, unbound, untamed,
Call for risks not yet proclaimed.

Shall I weave my words, let stories soar?
Or shape the world with something more?
Invest, create, or share my voice,
The heart still ponders—what’s the choice?

For now, I pause, the road still waits,
No rush to tempt uncertain fates.
For every path holds lessons true,
And each step forward will renew.

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