Shuffle Towards the Entrance, Eyes Upward

In aftermaths passed,

a wrecked portrait of greenery

endeavors to deprive ash of its permanence,

reconstructing to the idyllic image of youth

as if never harmed before.


He was to be found inside,

entangled in vines

that aspire much higher

than a mind had conceived.


He was found then

when no one searched,

and in a way

had more power

and more to discover

than in crowded rooms.

( ❤ Mitch)

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