Silver fish flashing,
a thousand bright darts rising
in a green-glass wave,
scattering, none touch, but the
wave pats my head in passing.
one perfect moment (with fish)
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Silver fish flashing,
a thousand bright darts rising
in a green-glass wave,
scattering, none touch, but the
wave pats my head in passing.
All photos on this site, including headers, were taken by me. Most were taken around my home, “Kate’s Folly”.
Lovely!!!!!
thanks Worms 🙂
Beautiful
Thanks Athira! 🙂
My pleasure
sounds quite nice actually
It was lovely, John – a wave full of fish. 🙂 I always wonder how birds and fish can flock without colliding with anything.
hard enough for sure.