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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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Burned By Strife

When history is written in pain,  
Each word a wound, each line a chain,  
Let healing ink the margins wide,  
For scars can mend, though they can't hide.  

The echoes of a shattered past,  
Cry out for truths that heal, not last.  
For every tear that stains the page,  
Let love's embrace undo the rage.  

The broken bridges burned by strife,  
Can find renewal, spark new life.  
Ashes hold seeds of something more,  
A chance to build, a chance to soar.  

In the rubble, growth begins,  
A whispered hope that slowly wins.  
For pain may shape, but can't define,  
The story told with hearts aligned.  

Let healing be the thread we weave,  
Through loss and sorrow, we believe.  
That history, though steeped in ache,  
Can heal the soul, for love's own sake.

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