Smoke Veil

In the shroud of smoke, she stands apart, A mystic figure, veiled in art. Her eyes, like windows to the soul, Reflect the depths of a story untold. The cigarette, a symbol of her plight, A moment's pause, a fleeting light. The blue hood, a cloak of mystery, Envelops her form, a sight to see. Her hair, a cascade of silver gray, A crown of wisdom, in a world astray. The smoke, a whisper of her past, A tale of trials, forever to last. In this portrait, we see a tale unfold, Of strength and beauty, young and old. A moment captured, in time and space, A reflection of the human face.