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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.

Heal a Scar

Words take flight like fleeting birds,
Yet their echoes never fade.
Soft or sharp, like swords or songs,
They carve the life we've made.

A whisper builds a broken bridge,
A jest can spark a war.
A careless curse may seal a fate,
A truth can heal a scar.

The lips may close, the voice may hush,
But echoes still remain.
Some return as whispered peace,
Some as endless pain.

Speak with care, for words take root—
Their fruit is yours to bear.
A single breath may shape the years,
So choose them with despair.

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