Sad Breezes



The birds sing about the birth of Christ

The shirts dance in the breeze
Beneath the trees laden with fruit
There are oranges

The birds sing a new song

The pain brought by the wind
The pain of the child born each Christmas
The pain of a child born into a world
Without food
Without medicine
Many times without a home
Often without love

The pain of each of us
Always searching
For something sweet
Always finding
Sad breezes

Winds that imprison us
Every body
A prison
Each mind
A prison guard

The birds continue to sing
The butterflies float
The breeze stills
The shirts have stopped dancing
They are dry
Someone has brought them inside

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