A glance through old windows and houses....

I find beauty in unusual things... For example.....have you ever feel lost seeing pictures of old houses, rusty windows with wild flowers or watching rain through it? 

It is  a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices.

Drops of tears,the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had  flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.

Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?

And there were houses..... That you see for the first time but feels like you've been here from some other time.... Or dimensions or maybe other past lives? 

Sharing a beautiful poem I have read it somewhere.... 

"How beautiful the house was with its magnolia trees lining the drive,

their branches outstretched as if they

were beckoning him inside. Rose tipped

blossoms caught the last of the sun’s

golden light, giving the flowers

an ethereal glow that shimmered

and looked magical."

(Ellen Read.)

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