The serene glow of the moon π whispers her name (Oum-Sham) to my heart,
Soft and distant, yet impossibly close.
The gentle dance of leaves π in the quiet breeze
Echoes her tenderness so pure, so rare.
In the stillness of this moment, time seems to pause,
And all I crave is her presence beside me π.
Yet here I stand, wrapped in silence,
With nothing but longingβ¦
And the quiet ache of loneliness to keep me warm.