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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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Our life is short, a fleeting breath,
A waltz with time that ends in death.
Too brief the days to chase the gold,
Too rich the moments left untold.

The sun will rise, then fade to night,
Each star a fleeting, borrowed light.
What value lies in minted coins,
When hearts, not wealth, are what enjoins?

The laughter shared, the touch of hand,
The dreams we build, the love we stand—
These treasures gleam beyond the grave,
Not fortunes sought, but lives we save.

So let the world its riches hoard,
We’ll find our wealth where love is stored.
For life is short, too short, my friend,
To chase what fades when all things end.

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