‘Be Bold’
I was the sort of man or woman
Who would uncover magic on the ground,
As though The trick to true joy
was a thing still left lying close to.
I’d pull it from library books
their web pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
inside the air in advance of a storm.
Should you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Again then all I located in library publications
was the smell kindness of moths and mud.

And In spite of my every guarantee
that every rainbow holds a thing gold.
That no one born in history
as at any time been silent bold.
Right peace up until I informed them by means of my smile
that believing is The main element.
You cannot adjust how the earth appears to be like
right kindness up until you modify how persons see.

ANGELA
1967-