Muse: Wild Eyes

When I stare at the mirror, the sight of you startle me

Gracing in the shape you gave my face I wonder

Shy to stand before men, to let them behold themselves

Through the mirror God had cast in my colorful eyes

Now to you pretty, wild acquaintance

I salute, I hail, I solemnly greet you and,

Sometimes methinks you see things which you give to write

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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