Little Girl

When I was a little girl,

The world was my little pearl;

I thought I could somehow see all,

While fearing nothing-never able to fall.


When I was an older girl,

The world to me seemed very floral,

The rose petals would float on the winds

As I dreamed little dreams.


Now I am a woman here,

Trees in bloom, Summer year,

Now these old, big dreams,

Of mine I've held for many a year,

Bring many things, and many fears!

The End

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