Time has taken everything away
Except the wind that fills the walls with forgotten echoes
Of a child’s laughter and the aroma of roses
That once bloomed in the spring

Time has taken everything away
Except the wind that fills the walls with forgotten echoes
Of a child’s laughter and the aroma of roses
That once bloomed in the spring





I houseclean my books every spring and throw out those I’m never going to read again like I throw out clothes I’m never going to wear again. ~~ Helene Hanff (1916-1997), 84 Charing Cross Road