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Soul of Blossoms.
After Spring I died & fell off the tree,
where I lay silently
in the ground until the hot Sun began to burn me -
throughout the Summer I burnt passionately
in bright warmth -
& then when Autumn came I became the colour I wanted to be,
because I was now a memory -
the colour of me was darker, deeper, of Soul now.
I was given a colour by the Soul of the Earth & the Earth remembered me in its pattern somewhere
because someone had taken a picture of me when I was at my most beautiful
so I counted.
My number was enough to be involved in the picture of three dimensional blossoms & as a year had passed I was kept,
I had my own imprint & I was now a shade of wisdom in the darkened cell of the photographers mind.
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