By Eniola Olufemi
THE DAMSEL
In summer, she scented golden
and shared her liberation
Her warmth, as surreal like a
dream in heavenly creation
In autumn, her tresses evolved
and her skin altered into ambers
Apricots filled the season
like the maritime motion of sea cucumbers
In spring, she blossomed
and scented of roses and strawberries
Her hair were of carefully carved coconut
She was vast as the lily of the valley
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