I wish I had a flute
I would have blown out in fine tunes
Words that are stuck in me now that makes me mute
It rains beyond my enclosure
Its dry within my exposure
It all smile within the people
And all sad down in my cubicle
A story, a rhythm, maybe the last verse of my poetry
This is not a mystery
But the chronicle of my cubicle
Khadijatumar#
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