Pseudopoet Stories

〽️〽️〽️ I wish i had a flute, I would've blown out in fine tunes the words that are stuck in me now that am mute. It rains beyound my enclosure, It's dry within my exposure, It's all smiles within the people, Its all sad down in my cubicle. This is a story, a rhythm, a may be Last verses of my poetry. This is not a mystery, ⛺️but the chronicles of my cubicle.⛺️