Poetry on Blue Clouds by Orakle of Words

MYSTIC

In his eyes I see painful tears
He cries out raindrops without cheers
Friendly, he smiles with unknown fears
Solitude clothing are what he now wears

In the cold nights full of smoke
He lives recluse, what a joke
Emotionally paralyzed as though a stroke
He blazes lone stale, like he's love broke

Without a good pair, he's left with a pale eye
I looked him in the face, he was filled with tears to cry
He's freezing in the cold hands of lamentation
Being punished by forces, love tastes fermentation

He's was blessed to distress
In the face of big mess
He gave love and got hateful likeness in return
Now, he's on fire, but would his feelings burn?

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