To Autumn (if Deceived)

Sometimes daylight is in Autumn's pocket.

Baby orange, with a minimum glare.

Autumn shared so many stories that boosted the sun to crush.

Oh, in a rocket,

------Autumn thinks------

towards inspiring outer space

There were no proportions between the condensed smoke,

Down-to-earth

A red-colored farm.

Afterwards (overwhelmed) I leave misery behind.

I close Autumn's journal.

I hide inside a wagon, between pieces of carbon, towards Russia.