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Daughters of April

by Owolusi Lucky

I have walked among daughters of April

Blooming beautifully, calling to bees

With fragrance, and brightness that exalt eyes.

Fragile like breath in their quest to conquer

The world, with love and courage.

Though time is unkind, that opened petals

for seeds to form, that never in the field

Shall beauty be found wanting.

It harvests roots and wings of bees

But, seeds in defiance will rise again

For time brings another April after harmattan,

And hives even hatch bees to mock time.

Time, a snail with a mantle of sorrow,

It will pass, though it folds in its mantle

Resting like a rock. It shall crawl away

When it hungers for foliage to bite.

About the author:

Owolusi Lucky is a Nigerian, he writes poetry, fiction, and non fiction. His work work can be found in Noctivagant press, Crosscurrent, America Diversity Report, Afrorep, Decolonial Passage, Arkorewrites, Hallowzine, Scars publication, Sweety Cat Press (Poetry Anthology), Macromicrocosm, Dietmilkmag, Collegevilleinstitute, Overtly Lit, A Solarpunk anthology and others.

Lucky's pieces My Mother Said I Could Bloom and As Flowers Hurry to Bloom are available in Erato's first issue, Bloom.

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