Hans Wilsen Poet Rhyme

Also Treehouse

I have a second home,
A treehouse of our own.
My friends and I would laugh and play,
Even if they came just for a day.

It felt as bright as finding gold,
A little world we got to hold.
But slowly then, our energy died,
All the lights just flickered, sighed.

We couldn't fix what had gone wrong,
The fun had didn't last that long.
But that's okay, we still had fun,
Sitting together, sharing a bun.

Note :
Hey! I appreciate everyone who reads poem that I wrote 9 years ago when I was 10 years old. I wasn't fluent in English back then (as you can see from my grammar and wordings made no sense ????) and I don't even remember why I posted that poem. I accidently stumbled upon it and decided to make a "remastered" version just for fun. I hope that you can enjoy my poems that literally doesn't make any sense (because I decided to stick with the content and only fix my grammar) and have a nice day!

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