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Mar 2021
Water lily in the water of the small canal
There are snails, oysters in the mud

Little waterhen widens her mouth
Mother is giving food

Hoppers are flying around
Gavial comes out of the hole

Small fishes play again
In the water of intensive black canal

Chill is roaming in the air
Time passes like this.
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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