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Poetry Collection
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Sweet Lady Blue & Shattered Glass in Time
Shehab Albalooshi
The Moon Queen
At dusk, I danced on drum-beat hills and drank a wine made from tears of awe.
Shehab Albalooshi
God Sleeps in the Middle of a Homeless Man's Guitar Strings
Shehab Albalooshi
My Father Was a Drunken Fool
I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.
Shehab Albalooshi
Beauty Has Come to Lament Your Name
How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.
Shehab Albalooshi
Iridescence
In all your laughter, fury and frustration, I worship the sacred air that touches your presence.
Shehab Albalooshi
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