A window to the cloud,
my iCloud.
With every touch, an image will appear,
and on every call, voices I will hear.

My storage has 32 gigabyte,
the game of Slither.io is getting tight.
Games on an iPhone are really cheap,
lots of photos for me to keep.

It feels smooth and sleek.
Although it's tiny,
it’s also quite shiny.
Its black and silver tones invite you to take a peek.

It’s comforting.
It’s satisfying.
It’s a retro smartphone.
It’s my iPhone 4.