Coffee hums, a kettle sings,
Sunlight drips through window slings.
Scrolling past a world in pain,
Yet pausing for the morning rain.
Glass towers rise like Grecian myths,
While love survives in texts and GIFs.
A pigeon flutters—urban dove—
Proof enough of whispered love.
Though Wi-Fi binds our mortal coil,
The soul still dreams through screen-lit toil.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
Coffee hums, a kettle sings,
Sunlight drips through window slings.
Scrolling past a world in pain,
Yet pausing for the morning rain.
Glass towers rise like Grecian myths,
While love survives in texts and GIFs.
A pigeon flutters—urban dove—
Proof enough of whispered love.
Though Wi-Fi binds our mortal coil,
The soul still dreams through screen-lit toil.
