Here in this book the corners lie
with shadows for a soul to hide.
What leaves were shed now cast aside
to ferment by the riverside.
And there I lay you down to rest,
recalling every manifest,
and beg the breeze to soothe the breast
that broke before it could invest
in treasures that the world once sold
and doled out to the manifold
who know now not to fear the cold
that comes before the pages fold.
And so, be gone but not aggrieved,
what will was left must not be seized.
For all that we choose to believe,
no stirring yields once efforts ease.
(April PAD Challenge - Day 6)