Slipped slowly under,
The water engulfed me whole.
Time for me has stopped
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Colt Henderson
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Comments (8)
I know this feeling all too well. Loved this Haiku!
Beautiful!
Goodness this is deep for such a few words. Cannot decide which way to take it. Am going with peace overall. ❤
Ooh. I like how this can be taken more than one way. Time stops because you're at peace. Time stops because you drowned. Well done.
Eloqent and so poignant! Love this! 🤍🤍🤍
Eloquent!!! Loved this!!!
Love the beach. Time always stops when I am there too.
Nice picture 🙏❤️😉