The Tree That Grew To The Moon

How could I have ever fallen in your love
Had I done that, I would have died.
I am a tree and I just know how to rise.

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  3. I like the way you express soooooooo much in such few words ..

    beautiful expressions and beautiful thoughts ...

    keep going :)

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  4. Post creates silence within!

    beautiful expression.

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  5. So beautiful! I love this blog so much!

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  6. Wow! falling in love is so overrated. "Growing in Love", now there's something I can respect.

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  7. Really good,rising in love rarher than falling.:)

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  8. Excellent Beautiful Phrases......

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  9. to kiss the height of your heart, I rise in your love,spread my branches...

    to touch the depth of your heart, I fall in your love, spread my roots....

    I am a twiner,
    you are my tree...

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  11. Beautiful.....truly beautiful.... lucky would be the person u luv

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  13. and they always say people rise in Love..come up with a complete new person..

    usse khush dekh kar jo khushi mil jaye woh bayann nai kar sakte..

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