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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.

The Heart That Hungers

A heart that roams for riches,  
Unsettled, far and wide,  
May gather wealth unending,  
Yet still, feel starved inside.  

For he who craves the world entire,  
Finds hunger's endless hold;  
No feast can sate, no treasure's weight  
Can fill a grasp so cold.  

But he who’s calm with but a spark,  
A quiet, gentle gleam,  
Will find the warmth of gratitude  
Outshines the brightest dream.  

So seek not more to mend your soul,  
For peace is not in gold;  
It blooms where you, in stillness,  
Can find it—soft, yet bold.

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