Here comes Autumn's pallid pall-
It stealthily creeps; it silently crawls
Bringing the air of the Season's despair
(For Misery is Comfort, after all)
The changing of leaves, my Psyche aggrieved!
The Fall in all of its Depression
Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression...
* I suffer from "Seasonal Affective Disorder", hence the reason I wrote this
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