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| #1  08-21-2008, 12:13 AM | ||||
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| نظرة وداع  GOOD BYE LOOK The moment we met for the first time was the moment we apart each other forever. I was reluctant in talking to her, scared, because of the old prophecy I had been told long time ago by the dame oracle, (Never be in love with her, son. And if happened never try to talk to her, remember that that will jeopardize her life.). We used to love each other only by exchanging glances, It was the most beautiful, bewitched love story we lived for a spell. We never talked but our eyes said a lot, they exchanged the most fascinated love wards, and the most beautiful sentiments and emotion, those were not bloomed in light yet. The grace of her smile, the marvelous color of her eyes made me forget every thing about that old prophecy for a while, when I decided to admit my great love to her. I never forget that crisp, hermit spring morning. The newly bloomed roses, flowers were calling me in wheedling voice to make a bunch of them for her. I was so happy of doing that, fancied that that will please her. But the destiny was against my will. A mighty force proceeded me to her, on my arrival she was crossing the street with her usual and wonderful smile and her books pressed against her tall lean body, whilst a devil car was dashing at her as a surged wave often darted and crash the out shore hill side rocks. She was stroked brutally, tossed and her books along the street. I was by her side immediately with my flowers. She hardly moved her face at me and rose her lids with great deal of harm to let her eyes catching mine watching hers in a deep pain. She darted my poor faintly shadowed eyes a very sweet glance behind her partially opened lazy lids. Our eyes grew wet on meeting each other. They met with all that great longing and that big deal of love. Our glance embraced each other so forcefully, our tears muddled and grew larger, sank our eyes partially blind behind a deep grief. A faint smile grew and darted out of her wonderfully colored eyes, sprang couple a tears out her half lowered lids, added a hermit vivid and sheen to them. (May be that was the first time I saw the grace and marvelous color of her eyes at close, they were terrible, only terrible). I felt that deep pain she was concealing behind them, which was part of me, as if I was been part of it. My little heart, was pounding rapidly at my ribs, I was terrified, scared, horribly concerned about her. I begged the merciful god, for the sake of her grace to keep her survived, For the sake of my poor little heart. But the death was faster than my pray. Damn it, it got her before my pray got the sky. Her upper lids gradually lowered to catch her lower lids trying to curtain those faintly shadowed fascinated pieces of art for ever, to keep them out of my sight, depriving my wet hazel eyes from the magic color of her eyes. It was the last glance her eyes were closed forever, her lids never apart each other what so ever I begged and cried. It was the good bye look. “So the prophecy was true” I said, “It was my fault” My voice came choked with emotion. “ I should have listen to her, to that damn oracle” التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة محمد الحبشى ; 08-22-2008 الساعة 02:33 PM.  |
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| رد: نظرة وداع perhaps this story was written once before but this one is so different it would look like one moment but this moment is full of much details I can imagine the colors of words and smell the scent of those flowers the story would look like a mythical tale of worlds that are beyond dimensions and beyond the cloudy haze where legends and prophecies were once born محمد سمير الرفاعى رائع هذا القلم الساحر ولى عودة لباقى كتاباتك كى أقرأها على مهل وأحلق فيها منتشيا كانتشائى بالتحليق هنا .. مرحبا بهذا اليراع الشفاف __________________  أخي إنني ما سئمت الكفاح * و لا أنا ألقيت عني السلاح وإن طوقتني جيوشُ الظلام * فإني على ثقة ... بالصباح |
| #4 08-23-2008, 04:39 PM | ||||
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| رد: نظرة وداع It was so nice to pass your words Thanks alot for this wonderful peace Ophilia  |
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