Promise

Strolling the way

Through fall woods

With downpour inclining,

Hosing everything.

I pass a man

On his cell

Tell his sweetheart

He won't be home,

Maybe, for eternity,

While the stream

of neglect

winds

through the trees

destroying

fall

sweethearts

also, leaves…

I am inflexible.

It won't crush me.

There are numerous shades

On the way today,

Dismal and callous

Meandering alone,

I'd stop and talk

However, the sky

Looks undermining,

Also, even my little guy

Is pulling me home.

There is no boatman

In this saturated Hades

However, there is an extension

Also, shadowy fog

I would not overlook you

In the event that I strolled

For a considerable length of time,

In the event that my eyes

Got diminish

From depression.

Others may drink

From the surge of neglect,

Losing their voice

What's more, recollections…

Be that as it may, I will pass

Through the entryways of the woods,

Firm,

Impenetrable

What's more, I will recall

Your harvest time hues,

Sparkling brilliantly

In the winter wind

Furthermore, I will walk

On the off chance that it takes until the end of time

To discover you

Furthermore, bring you

Home once more.
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