‘Be Bold’
I was the kind of human being
Who would come across magic on the ground,
As though The trick to serious Pleasure
was one thing remaining lying all around.
I’d pull it away from library guides
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
from the air before a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I found in library publications
was the smell of moths and dirt.
And Inspite of my every guarantee
that every rainbow holds a little something gold.
That no person born in record
as ever been tranquil bold.
Right up until I informed them by means of my smile
that believing is the key.
You can't improve how the planet appears
till you kindness change how individuals see.
ANGELA
1967-