Beneath the shroud of smoke, you hide, A fleeting moment, a silent stride. The ember’s glow, a beacon bright, Yet…
In the haze of smoke, a silent cry, A breath of death thatâs drifting by. A whisper of the night,…
In shadows deep, it takes its toll, A silent thief of breath and soul. The ember glows, a fleeting spark,…
In a cloud of gray, it softly whispers, Promises of solace, but delivers blisters. Each breath taken, a dance with…
In the quiet corners, shadows dance with smoke, Each inhalation, a story, an unspoken yoke, A fleeting pleasure, a momentary…