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.
