One man told me, that grunge is dead.
But if you know, I always heard
That it will be everywhere:
In heart, in body, in every soul.
And now…
I see his face,
I hear his voice.
I know his space,
Without a noise….
One man told me, that he is dead.
But one I know, he always near.
And I will be in holly dread,
And he will be the end of me.
How? How?
I feel his space.
I hear his voice
In every face,
Without a loss.
K. D. C
© Copyright: Скинни О-Шей, 2010
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