In the palm, a universe contained,
Buzzing with life, yet silent in solitude.
A portal to worlds unknown,
A mirror to the soul’s own whispers.
Light flickers on a glass surface,
Where dreams and fears intertwine.
A touch can bridge the distance,
Or close the heart’s divide.
Words flow like rivers unseen,
Carried on waves of digital streams.
A breathless connection,
Yet sometimes, a lonely echo.
In the night’s quiet embrace,
It rests beside the weary mind.
The silent companion that speaks,
In whispers only the heart can find.