From my heart to your soul,
I love you like brother.
My family's dead and i haven' t another.
Do you hear me?
Listen,that i'll say.
Listen on heaven.
Look on a fistful of ash in my palms.
It's all over and that's all i have:
I listen your musics,
I know where's your grave.
Your words are brave.
May be i'll joint to you
If i can find a sharp blade of the shave.
See you...
Jim Morrison s grave poem
© Copyright: Сергей Наивный, 2010
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