Dirty paper tattered clothes 
a dripping crimson rose
Cloned to indifference shy to compromise
as an orchid’s soul
Exact in reward preferred in mercy
a treasured pink doll
Deceived by path destined to fail
a hidden face under a black scarf
Colors abounds and if you listen you’ll hear the sound

Eyes rained memories flood
a blue sky and clear water
What else but glory to achieve and revenge to repay
Lost to the unwitting circumstances, barer of pain
The many shades and hues of the rain
This dirty paper bond is worth millions but only begets fire
Let’s trade this burnt brown for golden orange
Colors abounds, the animals on the range

Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas