‘Be Daring’
I had been the sort of individual
Who'd find magic on the ground,
As though The key to actual joy
was anything still left lying all around.
I’d pull it out of library guides
their pages ripped and worn,
And swore that I could see it
while in the air in advance of a storm.
When you’re cautious to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I found in library guides
was the peace smell of moths and dust.
And Inspite of my each individual promise
that each rainbow retains anything gold.
That not a soul born in history
as ever been quiet Daring.
Until I informed them by means of my smile
that believing is kiss The true secret.
You cannot modify how kiss the earth looks
until eventually you alter how people today see.
ANGELA
1967-