Promises

I have kept most of promises
The ones to keep before I go
In wood, lonely dark and deep.

I see you have not kept yours .
Yet you walk under its canopy
As bits of sun drop from holes.

The woods are dark and deep
But not lovely, when it comes
To meet promises in the night.

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