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Ark, baby, bold, bride, cut, Deep, Everest, hills, ill, lion, literature, parent, peak, poem, Poetry, pretty, pride, raw, roar, run, scar, seek, spouse, Steals, The poet in the poem, true, visible, vow, War, World, Wounds, yasniger
Visible cuts we saw,
Deep set and so raw.
It had the pretty torn
And the beholder run.
Worn with its pride
As any true bride.
A scar from a war
Is like a lion’s roar.
Not on Everest’s peak
Must anyone do seek,
For even on all hills
Are these worlds ills.
The baby that cries,
Steals away and tries;
To be his own parent,
Where he is only sent.
That spouse out back;
Behind one Holy Ark,
Leaves the same vow
Yet remains, some how.
They; as many, are
So near and not far.
Wounds made bold
In this very world.
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