In Eons

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In eons
You left me to the clouds 
You clothe me in gloomy façade 
You chased me with thorns

Even in the bliss
You didn't call me to felicitate 

In the darks,
You never beckoned me

In those times I waited
You left

You left the muse.
You left the craft
You veiled creativity to chase another 

Even
in those times you left,
I am always here
I was here
I am you 

I stand again on my nauseating plea
Be me
Explore me
Showcase me
Mould me 
Create me

Let me be your muse!!



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