poetry day 2/face&alliteration

radio silenced radiance runs rampant while waiting to be revived

her pools of reason remind me why she sees reality in the way that she does

because her beauty is not random, but reserved

her reflection is unheard but is that of a single rose, thorned and ready

steady are the fine lines that lead to her way out

“remember me”, she shouts

rich in resilience, how could i ever forget

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