In the dim corners of a forgotten street,The cigarette whispers its siren song,A dance of smoke, bittersweet,Where shadows linger, and moments prolong.The ember glows, a fleeting star,Inhaled dreams, exhaled sighs,A journey taken, near and far,In swirling patterns beneath the skies.Yet in its warmth lies a hidden cost,A silent thief of breath and time,Promises made, and innocence lost,In every puff, a subtle crime.Still, the allure remains, a gentle call,Wrapped in the haze of yesterday,The cigarette’s tale, a rise and fall,A fleeting friend that leads astray.