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You're My Most Beautiful Sunray

The most beautiful sunray is located on fifth avenue. Living inside the white Victorian house sitting on the porch, reading Jane Austen's book. I adored how that lady smiles while being lost in that book. I somehow wondered how she feels every time she flips a page without letting herself get distracted from the noisy streets.

I remember picking up flowers in my grandma's garden and tried to give that lady five roses that symbolize the things that I love about her. I don't like being around with books but there was a time I found myself inside an old bookstore looking for a historical romance book.

On the 27th time I passed through their house, she was wearing a white shirt and a long floral skirt.

At that time, there was joy, hope, courage, hunger, healing, fear, and faith. All this feeling is like an unsung hymn of the wind. It somehow felt new. I got scared and threw everything I wanted to give her.

So I decided to move to a bigger city to forget everything about her. Thinking that maybe if I am on the other side of where she is, this feeling will change.

But I was wrong.

The distance away from her made my heartache. Only the crashing of waves and the unsung melody of the winds made me feel better. Only the thunders and flashes of lightning made my day swifter.

But after 35 months, I wasn't scared of anything at all. I tried new things, went to different parties, and tried to sleep with different girls. I started to join as a lead guitarist of a band with my new friends.

I distracted myself and spent most of my nights going to every bar, going to places I struggle to pronounce, kissing strangers, pretending it was her lips I'm kissing. This is now too much. For years I thought keeping this feeling silent and hidden from her will prevent me from hurting.

But I was completely wrong. Again.

Rains are already over and are gone, and here I am writing an almost soul wrecking poems to that woman. Til then this is what I have to do. Let me pick up my instrument and sing a sad song under the sad moon.

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