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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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Hollow Sting

Through quiet echoes of my soul,
Lies a yearning to feel whole.
Not just through wealth, but through thought,
A peace so rare, yet deeply sought.

Money whispers of what could be,
A canvas blank, a chance to see.
Yet its absence breeds a hollow sting,
A muted hope, a clipped-winged spring.

But deeper still, beneath the weight,
Lives a strength to recreate.
To shift the lens, to see anew,
The worth within, the endless view.

For I am more than coins and gold,
A spirit fierce, a story bold.
And as I learn to heal and grow,
The seeds of abundance begin to show.

Through struggle's fire, a light does gleam,
A future shaped by hope's bright dream.
Not just in wealth, but in the grace,
To find contentment in this space.

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