Through curling wisps of smoke, I wander,
Where dreams dissolve in the twilight air,
A dance of shadows, soft and somber,
Whispers call from beyond despair.

Each exhale weaves a transient story,
Of moments lost, of fleeting grace,
In the haze, a bittersweet glory,
Lingering traces time can’t erase.

The ember’s glow, a fading ember,
Mirrors the heart’s quiet yearning,
In the silence, I remember,
The echoes of a world still turning.

Yet in this veil of smoke and sorrow,
Hope flickers through the ashen veil,
A promise of a new tomorrow,
Where dreams once lost may yet prevail.