Echoes of Purnima

The river carries away the weight of promises we could not keep. Broken vows flutter

like dry leaves in the cold winds of change. Your name is a silhouette etched

into the moonlight of my mind. In the ruins of silence, only the ring

of truth remains standing. Truth is a jagged path, and belief is

a mirror long since shattered. The world glows with celebration, yet my soul

remains in the dark. I trace the lines of the world,

searching for where you went. Under the full moon, my questions remain

as silent as the stars.