The fog forever hangs above,
Casting a shadow,
One that penetrates my glum soul,
And consumes my being,
For I sit here waiting for her
But she never comes.
I hope to see her on the hill,
Looming out one day
Out through the benevolent fog.
My heart waits for her
And my mind aspires for her.
Yet she denies me,
Leaving me to bear the burden,
Numb to my ardor,
Never adhering to my dreams.
And lo I wither,
Waiting for her divine presence,
Lost in reverie,
Led astray into my despair,
Vacant and forlorn.
The fog endures and the years fade,
Still I wait and wait,
Yet the fog forever keeps her.
[/spoiler] but I got a 60 percent because it was off-topic. Apparently I was suppose to write about life or some bull****.
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