In the palm of my hand, a universe confined,
A bridge of glass and light, where voices align.
With every touch, a story unfolds,
In whispers of the silent device, tales are told.

Through screens and signals, distance fades away,
A tapestry of faces, in pixels we sway.
Yet in the glow, a yearning remains,
For the warmth of presence, where true connection reigns.

In the echo of chirps, messages fly,
Hearts laid bare, beneath the digital sky.
But in the stillness, a solitude grows,
A reminder that what we seek, technology seldom knows.

So let us not forget, in our quest to connect,
The human touch, the love we must protect.
For in the dance of wires, we may find,
The soul’s true solace, entwined and kind.