We share one
Life Fragrance
Every soul
We are vagrants here
Born, budding, blooming
Thriving in season, full
Time turns our deep hues
Into fading dues
Paid with lifeblood
As we pass
Betwixt portals shrouded
In darker tones
Let my resting place
Be a place of rest
Not the rest of me
by Nathanael Hueso
Nathanael graduated from SDSU with a B.A. in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing. He's now a professional editor with several writing projects percolating inside his computer that may never see the light of dawn.
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