I pretend it is tea it has a color.
This flower has fixed me with an undeniable look.
I should go look and see if there are others where this one came from.
There is a flashlight, also wearing yellow.
A moon; it is cold has as pallor tallow.
What I dislike and does not go: that the wall is windows
and from the road to the left and the road to the right I am lit and on display.
I had rather do nothing than be watched doing something.
And so I sit and move barely only my right hand.
Know all about me think you can.