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Oman

May 26, 2010

 

The Evening Dancer  

By: Hemoo83

 In the MIRROER of  happiness where the peaceful memories com from. The land of peter pan, Never land .The whole people are in the hall while the snow outside is falling slowly and peacefully. The sound of the music and the voices of the happy people were mixed that you can not recognize the lovely choice, listening to the music or hearing the people talking to each other. The beautiful ladies are in the top of their appereance.They were laughing with sweet whispers and looking at the handsome gentleman .The gentleman were in lovely discussion about life, about the memories and love adventures that they had in the past. Waiters over here and others over there, the large organized table is full of delicious food which had been cooked by the best chefs in the realm. While everybody were having fun and enjoying themselves by eating or dancing , a short handsome man with strange clothes entered the royal hall. He stopped near on of the corners and kept silent. Nobody saw him because all of them were busy with their amusements. He kept silent and watched the people around him with a nice smile in his lips.

Suddenly, without any warning , the short man ran to the centre of the hall and stopped in the middle of the people. They looked at him with strange and amazing looks. They were wondering about his height, his clothes and gentleness as an elf. When he was sure that everybody in the hall including the waiters, were looking at him, he started to dance by moving tiny body hastily but softly  and with a grace dancing with a high level of emotions and feelings too. The men and women moved out of his way to give distance for his strange dancing. He was happy and looked at the people faces with great satisfaction .The entertainers kept playing the music and they tried to keep going with his rhythm in the dancing. He moved his head, legs, hands and back and he looked as if he was moving all of his body parts at the same time .People thought that he was one of the entertainers so the laughed .After an hour of dancing and enjoying, the short man stopped and he looked at all the people in the hall with disgusted look concentrating in their appearance, clothes and fashion. Then suddenly , hot tears fall from his eyes. Nobody knew why he had become sad so suddenly , and with out any word he walked to the huge gate of the hall and left with peace . Then outside, a few steps on the snowing ground, a dead body fell and a soul hidden between the evening stars.

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