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Albalooshi
Poetry Collection
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Ballad of the Pig
In Bochum City,
The pigs are rarely seen.
Shehab Albalooshi
Incongruent
The only word that intimates.
Shehab Albalooshi
Left to Die
As tyrants held us from behind,
In trenches, deep, one must survive.
Shehab Albalooshi
Like a Waterfall
Our love, sacred, holy vow to awe
Shehab Albalooshi
I Leave My Heart with You
My soul still yearns for life ahead. My faith in man does persevere.
Shehab Albalooshi
The Stranger
And bury the chant of, ‘Come on to me, mediocrity.
Unburden the world from the weight of my dreams.’
Shehab Albalooshi
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