‘Be Bold’
I was the kind of particular person
Who would find magic on the bottom,
As if The key to actual joy
was some thing still left lying all around.
I’d pull it from library textbooks
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
during the air just before a storm.
In case you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I located in library guides
was the scent of moths and mud.
And In spite of my each and every assure
that each rainbow holds a little something peace gold.
That no one born in record
as ever been peaceful Daring.
Until eventually I told them through my smile
that believing is The main element.
You cannot adjust how the entire world appears
until eventually you modify how people see.
ANGELA
1967-