I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show...
Singers, dancers, lights, cameras....
Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers...
Everything was perfect...
As it should be.
However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes.
Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside.
She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair.
And a shabby dress she had put on.
Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose
Were the only jewels she wore.
The angels on the stage were a facade...
And here, this girl was an angel in herself.
Shining...smiling...and wondering.
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But she was driven away...
As always...
After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect.
But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?!
Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward...
And her lips curved on the wrong side.
She dragged her feet and went behind.
My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true...
I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute.
Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall
And the curtains started dancing about.
My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood.
I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved.
And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around.
She danced around with a laughter I could only see...
She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only.
Her joy was not her's alone.
As she had given a share of it to me as well...
Her show was the perfect of all
And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...