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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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Veiled

The clouds rolled thick, obscuring sight,  
Dreams once clear now veiled in night.  
Winds of whispers, laced with fear,  
Echoed doubts both far and near.  

The path ahead, a shadowed haze,  
Steps faltered through uncertain maze.  
Yet deep within, a flicker burned,  
A stubborn flame that twists and turns.  

Each tempest tore the fragile seams,  
But could not snatch the stubborn dreams.  
The gale that sought to break the soul  
Forged the steel to make it whole.  

Through tear-streaked skies, the vision grew,  
What once was blurred came into view.  
The storms had sharpened, carved, and honed,  
A lens of strength now fully owned.  

For doubt may scream, and fear may fight,  
But clarity emerges from the night.  
The storms that sought to drown and blind  
Become the light that guides the mind.

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