She came from a river “Translation”,
With her voice in a heart of the nation,
A pretty girl like a little Angel
With a soul protected by Archangel.
She played a song and cried the tears,
And couldn’t stop ‘cause of the years,
The timeless silence was full of the birds,
Galaxic Sun and a wavy blonde curls.
The trains come and go far away,
The leaves fall…and grow again,
Weather changes from spring to autumn,
Hope to find that sunny way…
Blue-eyed Taylor Swift and her guitar
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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