Poetry by Joy Sagar 01242023 1012

What would you like me to offer you today? 

But, gratitude, my dear, I say.

For the unfolding of my own soul is no easy task. 

It asks of me to be soft as prairie grass.

To be like the fluttering feathers of a bird that’s landing.

The colors in the sky, of all gradings and shine.

And oh, thy reflection in the murky waters, no different than mine.

Written by – Joy Sagar 01242023 1012

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