In the haze of twilight’s gentle sigh,
A wisp of smoke dances to the sky.
It whispers secrets untold, unseen,
In the silent air, where dreams convene.

With each breath, the embers glow bright,
Shadows flicker in the dimming light.
A fleeting comfort, a moment’s grace,
Wrapped in tendrils, a tender embrace.

Yet beneath the veil, the truth lies bare,
A fleeting illusion, a fragile snare.
For in the smoke’s embrace, we find,
Chains that bind both heart and mind.

Oh, gentle traveler of the smoky trail,
Beware the whispers, the hidden tale.
For in the silence, the truth prevails,
In the fading light, where hope sets sail.