The leaf

The leaf of a book, rarely sees light,
yet the leaf of a book lives on.
The leaf of a book won't wilt in winter,
the leaf stays when the author is gone

The leaf of a book can tear in a second
though it folds on its favourite page
The leaf holds dreams that can beckon
though it grows yellow with age

The leaf of a book can tell you are asleep
it will flutter past and close without wind
The leaf can hold a moment so deep
it hides the picture you safe-guarded within

The leaf of a book is beyond your life
it marks the day you are born and when you'll die
The leaf of a book records a man made history
you'll never know the truth no matter how you try

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written in 2012, posted 30 dec 2014