#WritcoPoemPrompt52
A young girl i was,
little things I knew of,
Big things I knew not of,
only that of my dream of sass.
A little hideaway,
a big home,
the small corners of the room,
keeps me warm for the 'morrow.
On a tree it stands,
balancing on its each side,
the ladders down they slide,
so I can get in its woody hands.
The day will come,
I shall go no more,
but, in my heart you stay,
my little tree house of that day.

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