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Albalooshi
Poetry Collection
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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
I Am Become Your Tomb
Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.
Shehab Albalooshi
There Is No Beauty
There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.
Shehab Albalooshi
Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow
On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow...
Shehab Albalooshi
Only Words Remain
Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.
Shehab Albalooshi
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