In the glow of a tiny world,Whispers travel through the night,Connecting souls across the miles,A beacon of both dark and light.Fingers dance upon the glass,Messages sent with fleeting grace,Yet in the crowd of endless voices,We seek solitude in its embrace.Memories stored in digital vaults,Photos, notes, and dreams untold,Yet sometimes lost in virtual haze,The warmth of touch feels cold.Oh, silent keeper of our time,Both friend and foe in modern age,Your presence both a gift and bind,In this digital life we stage.