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    By Shaheen Asbagh

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    The poetry that only portrays human sufferage never makes it to the heart of humans. History proves
    That the heart is an imperative to the workings of the mind. But enough about wine and love or albeit it
    Will not be the end of the world to say or not to say the truth. What a book provides as is the purpose of the message is not only biological but mystic, more or less a note of respect for human acts, yet it relives those acts
    That you and me were unable to participate in or were absent. What it proves again is not to your heart or mind
    But is a line too fragile to use in a war but so subtle that it will live in memory!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateAug 22, 2012
    ISBN9781477243770
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    Shaheen Asbagh

    Among the active cells of a generation that is yet to be closely scrutinized for its enrichment of arts and culture, he now holds a title in verse and prose with many works in the market, each worth a praise as an addition to the growing power of western literature. Shaheen now lives in San Francisco.

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      Undeleted - Shaheen Asbagh

      © 2012 by Shaheen Asbagh. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 07/06/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-4378-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-4377-0 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012912270

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Dedication

      A Diary

      A Hurdle

      A Tale

      Above All

      Again

      An Ambition

      An Ode

      The Anthem

      Article

      Attracted

      Battle

      Bloom

      Breeze

      Burial of Ego

      Cheers

      Crisis

      Divorce

      Driving

      Eternity

      Evening

      Fame

      Fancy

      Get Down

      Gossip

      Grammar

      Harvest

      Help Out!

      Here

      Hidden Grace

      Hindsight

      Home

      Horoscope

      Humans

      Iran

      Mercy

      Migration

      Miss your kiss

      My Town

      Next Time

      Nothing

      One For The Money

      Pale and Soft

      Rhapsody

      Romance

      Rome

      Sacrifice

      Siege

      Sobriety

      Solitude

      Sophomore

      Speed

      Splendour

      Stepping Stone

      Suave

      The Game

      The Latest

      The Lazy Cats of Istanbul

      The Offer

      The Track

      Theory

      War

      What’s up?

      You

      Young And Old

      Dedication

      To the late Ronald Graham

      A Diary

      And the sky brought those birds

      Yet the reflection left

      It’s weary trace

      At a natural pace

      And the wings raced

      The news reached home

      Where nature beholds

      The turbulance of a day

      Where somber lies don’t pay

      The mother nature would say

      I come to hold you

      I find a way too

      And soon the love will brew

      A Hurdle

      Hell

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