In the dim glow of twilight’s end,
A cigarette’s ember softly bends,
Whispering tales of fleeting time,
In smoky spirals so sublime.

Each inhale, a dance with fate,
Embracing moments, never late,
The ash falls like dreams untold,
In every puff, a story unfolds.

The night embraces the silent plea,
Of burning leaves and memories,
In solitude, it finds its place,
A fleeting comfort, a brief embrace.

Yet, in the haze, a truth is clear,
The cigarette’s end draws ever near,
Like life itself, it fades away,
Leaving only the dawn of a new day.