Let's make a Tree House
its doors will open in our room
whenever i will feel sad
i can come and share it with you
or i might hug you...And cry
if you wanna share something
just come and say
i will plant a kiss on your forehead
And never let you cry
You mean the most to me
Shall i explain..why?
Some relation are beyond love
So never think twice
in our relation there is no condition
Darling you just smile

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I wish to have a treehouse; where we could sit and talk all day long, asking questions about those numerous tattoos I have got inked last year.
About the wedding gown, which somehow looked inappropriate with your curves, as you always looked a way more beautiful than it.
About the tiny dress I had bought you for the prom, which you hesitantly denied to accept; and looked prettier than the eternity in it.
About those flowers which we exchanged on the last Valentine's, when we were together to celebrate it for the last time.
About those candies which I used to present you, wrapped in tissue papers, to prevent you from getting a scolding for eating too many of them.
About those childhood memories, which anyhow look blurred now; for we always wish to have them in pictures; and we know, it couldn't be possible anymore.

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Live my life to explore the wonders..

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TREEHOUSE AND ROOFTOPS.

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My Bucket list is like:
Kissing clown fish
Hugging dolphins
Playing with penguins
Hanging out with pandas
Having a treat with birds
Breakfast with giraffes
Pampering lion cubs
Sleeping in a tree house

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I will build a treehouse, a small one with nature all around and just mattress, where we can jump around and sleep tight.

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A Tree House
I have a small cozy house ,
Only at a stone's throw from you ,
You can always see ,
From your small kitchen window,
Perched on that willow tree ,
Just beside that stream .

From there I come hopping to you ,
Leaving my parents worrying for me ,
Just to tell you that,
My family never yearns for love ,
As I often hear , you do.

I see you all ,missing that ,
In a house ,so huge than mine ,
I kept wondering if you could tell ,
The reason why ,before I fly ,
To small but lovely my house on tree !
Smita Buxi

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Haya after breakfast go for some shoping outside like for home kitchen stuff everytime she has to cross a forest .One day when she was returning she saw a Tree house......
To be continued

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உன் நினைவேன்ற மழையில் கரைந்தேனே. மனம் கலங்கிய நீராய் இருந்தேனே. காதல் என்ற தேங்கும் குட்டை நீர் நீயானாய். அதில் விழுந்து தவிப்பது நானாநேன்..

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