In the palm of my hand, a world so small, A screen that lights up, at my beck and call,…
In the palm of our hands lies a world unseen, A gateway to voices, a digital dream. Whispers of thoughts…
In the echo of city lights, we chase the sun, Digital dreams weave through our veins, quick to run. Concrete…
In the bustling streets where silence fades, Voices rise amidst the digital haze. Faces glow from screens, not sun, Connections…
In the palm of my hand, a world unseen, A portal to dreams through a glowing screen. Voices and faces…
In the city lights that never dim, We chase the dreams that feel so slim, Concrete jungles and digital streams,…