Eagles And Roses

We are only bound by our thoughts.
For if there be confinement,
It is born of personal choice.
You and I can settle and become
Robins in flight and budding violets,
Or capture our dreams
And grow to eagles and roses.

by Fighting Bear

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I like this poem a lot. you should write more about wild animals.