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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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speed’s illusion

Some rush, some crawl, yet paths unfold,  
A race of time, or so we're told.  
But speed’s illusion blinds the view—  
It’s not how fast, but what flows through.  

One digs a trench, hands worn and tight,  
Another wields a tool just right.  
Same earth is moved, yet one has more,  
Not by toil, but leverage’s core.  

Some chase the coin, each hour spent,  
While others make their effort rent.  
One step, one wage—a common plight,  
One step, ten streams—the sharper sight.  

The weight of work is not the key,  
It’s how you stack it, can’t you see?  
A single move, a ripple wide,  
Turns effort’s wave to fortune’s tide.  

So move with purpose, not with haste,  
Each step well-placed is never waste.  
For those who seem to fly ahead,  
Aren’t running fast—they think instead.

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