In the dim glow of twilightâs breath,
Where shadows weave their gentle spell,
A cigarette whispers tales of death,
In its ember’s glow, stories dwell.
The smoke curls in an ethereal dance,
Twisting dreams in the night air,
A fleeting moment, a fleeting chance,
To find solace in its fragrant lair.
Each puff a sigh, a distant star,
Burning bright, then fading away,
Leaving traces of where we are,
In the ashes of yesterday.
Yet in its warmth, a quiet peace,
A momentâs pause, a gentle cease,
In its embrace, a soft release,
From life’s relentless, endless lease.