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ILA Magazine
Where Culture Meets Creativity
WATER COMES TO THE EYES
Written by M.D. AZIZUL HUQ Water comes to the eyes.
She loves me, too.
Sorrow is flowing non-stop day and night.
He falls innocently.
The color they are is white
salty taste and bitterness.
The sea will dry up
my only fear.
She is not ashamed
seen repeatedly.
Drop anytime
He has no knowledge of time.
He falls even while hiding
The heart is in the wilderness.
Fear just knows when
life suffocates.
How many can be deleted
Corrosion in the corner of the eye.
I know why tears
either so ruthless.
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