Into the open waters,
effortlessly flies the
casting net, so puffed.
Only walks the waters,
lonely shores, to salacity.
Waves reach rocks teeth'
sweep them clean, of fish..
Head down, gathers them
craves won, a salty taste.
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What wonderful images you create using so little. I envy your talent.