‘Be Bold’
I was the type of human being
Who'd discover magic on the ground,
As though The key to authentic joy
was some thing remaining lying all-around.
I’d pull it out of library publications
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
in the air ahead of a storm.
Should you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back again then all I present in library guides
was the smell of moths and mud.
And Regardless of my every promise
that every rainbow retains one thing peace gold.
That no one born in record
as at any time been silent Daring.
Right until I informed them by my smile
that believing peace is The main element.
You can not change how the whole world seems
until eventually you modify how folks see.
ANGELA
1967-