In our childhood, we had dreams like being butterflies or musicians to create awesome tones such as those tones that we know on the old piano in the garden I still remember that when I and my friends were playing our music to spend some moments of happiness and the pleasure.
I still hear our laughter and our smiles when we get some moments of fun and dance to the music of those melodies. Now my friends became memories just old images without colors just blurry images within my mind.
I still keep only the old piano in the same place to visit it in the garden to touch its fingers and hear its tones again to fill the place with the memories from my mind maybe their souls hear these tones again and live here like roses in the garden.
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