In the shadows of smoke’s embrace,
Whispers of time slowly traced,
A dance with fire, fleeting and vast,
Moments trapped in an ashen cast.

The tendrils curl, a silent plea,
In their wake, dreams struggle free,
Through the haze, a fragile song,
Of desires where they don’t belong.

Each breath a choice, a fleeting chase,
In the mirror, a familiar face,
Clouded vision in the night,
Chasing solace in the dwindling light.

Yet in the ashes lies a tale,
Of hearts that wander, spirits frail,
In smoke’s embrace, a lesson learned,
Of bridges crossed and pages turned.