to Jim Morrison

            
        Between Hell and Paradise
        Your soul is rushing about
        Poet*s soul is looking for Love
        But there is no love anywhere.
        Your flying in the darkness
        Your roaring in the night
        Instead of harmony and songs.
        Why,Jim?
        Jim-Jim,Why?
        Kiss me,Jim,
        Your wild love wounds me so greatly,dear
        But you chose death,poor
        Good bye,poet
        You are true poet,believe me.

        Oh,Jim,stay out of trouble.
       

       
       
       


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