The Whale

A Haiku of Melancholy

By Spencer BarrettPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Catherine Kay Greenup on Unsplash

Gentle Tides Turn There

A Tail, I See Start To Sink

To Where Blue Turns Black.

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Spencer Barrett

A 32 year old Fine Arts graduate with a career in hospitality, Spencer is a published Author, Poet, and artist; Streamer, GameDev, and creator in many mediums, with a guilty spot for animated cinematic movies.

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