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Mar 2019
Stories as told
by the eyes
are numerous.
In your eyes,
are written hidden
memories of the
tales that have
to be told.
History are made
from the story
by what the
eyes have seen
in moments over
the times.
The eyes stole
my words and
i'm speechless.
My mouth is
dumbfounded and
cannot be fully
persuaded to express
all the things that
eyes have seen.
The stories the
eyes have told
are amazing.
Beautiful as it is,
it captures and
keep records of
all that confronts
its vision and view.
It penetrates everywhere
not opaque in nature,
visits the still
and the movable.
Like a movie,
translate and transcribe
into words whatsoever
it envisioned.
The eyes are
the windows to
the soul and
sees beyond the ordinary.
It awakens emotions
from deep slumber
to confess the
hidden crimes of
the soul.
Alive and ever
moving,
it tells the
tales of the
unbelievable occurrences.
The mind sees
through the eyes
before utterance can
be made by the mouth.
Whatever the eyes
sees is indelibly
impressed in the
mind.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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