It comes around.
Every time and again, shift in ego, a softness of logic, a hardening of a heart.
A change of seasons only in the mind, a sense not certain by any eye.
This made no sense at all,
as the sun was always shining.
Sparkling dew drops on a crisp Autumn morning,
reflected across a blank garage wall.
The presentation, a hallmark in their lives, their love.
To this day, no one could figure out why she stopped living.
Dawning Creations 
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