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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.

Rush

When echoes fade and the noise is gone,  
A spark is lit, and hope is drawn.  
The calm unveils what the rush conceals,  
A quiet breath, and the soul reveals.  

No clamor, no shouts, no deafening sound,  
True strength is found where peace is profound.  
A gentle whisper stirs the mind,  
A path emerges, clear and aligned.  

The pause before the storm takes hold,  
The stillness that shapes the bold.  
Through silent sparks, breakthroughs grow,  
A roaring flame from a subtle glow.

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