The poetic thought of the day

Take my fist and lead alone, as I share with you my poem
My spirit is full of suspicion and words will leave me, you were higher
than the tree but the birds will take me.
I’ll drop below before you could come snatch me, and I can observe it
in your heart that the bear got the award and there is no door to close
his roaring.

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