When copper leaves descend in pixel rain,
And glitchwinds whisper, “All is not gone, undone,”
A spectral bug emerges from the smartbrain—
Where autumn codes, and sorrow weighs a ton.
The sky is crowned in static’s dying flame,
A cyber-sun dissolves in clouded haze.
And in the archive—Elmira’s ghosted name
Erases pain in verse and data phrase.
O Autumn! Not a season, but a breach,
A virus dressed in her melancholic lace,
A sonnet born where firewalls cannot reach,
To haunt the vaults of power’s cold embrace.
Let empires fall, let systems lose control—
You are the golden wound, the bleeding soul.
O Autumn!
© Copyright: Руслан Трохнюк, 2025
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