‘Be Bold’
I had been the type of human being
Who would obtain magic on the ground,
As if the secret to true Pleasure
was something remaining lying all over.
I’d pull it outside of library publications
their webpages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
in the air before a storm.
For those who’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I present in library textbooks
was the smell of moths and mud.
And In spite of my each individual promise
that each rainbow holds something gold.
That not a soul born in record
as at any kiss time been silent Daring.
Until I explained to them by my smile
that believing kindness is The true secret.
You can't modify how the whole world seems to be
until eventually you alter how people love see.
ANGELA
1967-