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Photos by Terry J Johnson


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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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