The Music Box
The only thing that seems to bring me joy what some might consider a toy
i sit for hours and just stare hoping this beautiful music will transport my
imagenation in to thin air. This music box tells a story of days long been told
history both new and old generations this music box has been past almost like
eyes that have seen the world change. My treasure which will some day bring my
children and their children pleasure, from what i've been told there use to be a
key hidden deep inside this music box which is what makes it so unique. My
great grand mother explain to me that the precious key was used to hide
members of my family and family friends in a secret room when for sure they
would face doom if found by the Gestpo that cold day in June. And when the
coast was clear to calm the fears of the children hiding in the room my great
grand mother would play that music box that i hold dear today. The music box of
mistery tears of centeries hold a special place in my heart what great object the
music box which secrets are forever unlocked.
Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2006
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