I know, you won’t read this poem,
Because it is only my dreaming.
But still I’m going
Say how I love your singing.
Your music is better then rest,
And I can’t help to love it.
For me you are the best!
And I can’t waiting to meet.
You are my favorite actor,
And singer you favorite too!
Your concert in Moscow is factor,
Which makes me Lost: what to do?
Because I have wait it for century,
And now my dreams become a life:
We meet in the Moscow, in center,
And all will be on five!
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© Copyright: Варвара Вельматкина, 2017
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