"It was a real pretty place with a lovely garden and rose climbing all over it. [The house] was full of little children and laughter and songs; and now it is empty, and nothing ever wanders through the wind. How lonely and sorrowful it must feel. Perhaps they all come back on moonlight nights. The ghosts of the children and the roses and the songs. For a little while, the old house can dream itself young and joyous again."
~Anne of Avonlea
I saw a house the other day and this description fits it perfectly!
Whispers of a song you don't know.
Ready to start again
"This is not an ordinary forest."
"It isn't?"
"Oh no, darling. This is a forest of forgotten dreams"
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
Whispers of a song you don't know.
Ready to start again
"This is not an ordinary forest."
"It isn't?"
"Oh no, darling. This is a forest of forgotten dreams"
When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
To be honest, his post was ridiculously inspirational. Please do more of these, okay? :) <3
ReplyDeleteThanks Arushee! Of course, if you enjoyed this post so much, I would be happy to do more!
Delete~Emily
I love the pic right above the French fries :)
ReplyDelete- Ellie
Thanks Ellie! It's one of my favorites too!
Delete~Emily
ME. NEED. GO. WRITE.
ReplyDeleteNOW.
WRITE.
WHILE I FEEL INSPIRED! (does that tell you whether I was inspired by this or not)