Reverie - Do You Like Flowers Now?

On June twenty-first,
Being late is a pleasure,
Bikes going downhill.

Time waits for no one,
Contrary to her bad luck,
A koko kara.

A normal day reifies,
Returning to yesterdays,
By a far question.
A witch mingles off,
In her reasonless paintings.
Catatonic times.

While future corrupts,
There is a late in later,
As the last in lasting.

In there, lies her pain,
Within destruction of a "why".
Pleasure of a downhill.

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