She's strutting down the neon streets,
With a smile that the world can't beat.
Glitter rains from every note,
Catching fire in her velvet coat.
Crowds roar wild, the beat won't slow,
She's the spark that sets the show.
Dizzy lights and hearts that sway,
In her name, the night's in play.
Gold confetti, fame untamed,
A legacy with joy proclaimed.
Her tunes, they crash, a tidal wave,
On the stage, she's bold, she's brave.
In chaotic bliss, she spins so free,
A dance with fate, her jubilee.
From country twang to pop-star's crown,
Swift's the queen, and never down.
James, Can you get me a date with her? ? HER treat. Maybe McDonalds, topped off by a tour of an ice cream factory (including free samples, of ice cream I mean) . bri : )
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I would like to translate this poem
five stars, mate : )