Fall descends upon me as expected every year.
Falling every Fall, as expected.
The days grow shorter, nightfall descends upon me earlier every day.
The dark cloud of sadness and depression and loneliness descends upon me earlier every day.
Finding joy in the leaves that fall in splendid color is my daily task.
The colors fill me with awe then quickly that morphs into gloom....
What is this, this descent I can rely on as surely as the sun setting every night?
Don't haunt me, don't taunt me-why can't you come in peace.
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