A mountain
Might be wanting
You to climb it.
To see you gasp.
The rain might
Be wanting you
Make your moves.
To see you dance.
Fear of the dark
Might just be
The delusion your
Mind has cast.
Who knows what
The devil wants.
He must have been
Waiting for you
To light a match.
A poem might
Be wanting to
Fall suitably in
Your lines.
A story might be
Wanting to take
Refuge in your
Diary all along.
The distance of
Longing, might
Just as well be
Deceit of mortal eyes.
Who knows what
She might say.
Hurl a smile and
Give her a try.
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