April's Apple Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

April's Apple.
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April comes with an apple
In its virgin days
The seed sprouts so fast
And behold she is begotten
Fresh falling from a blessed branch
This apple is an egret
She flies away to bless the world
Her eyes are a source of encouragement,
Her finger nails are a reflection of success,
Her face a mirror of bright future,
Her smile just an optimism of happiness,
Her size is like a heart down to earth,
This apple and the egret define meticulous beauty,
But April gives birth to beauty,
Thus many glorify April