The sun finds the yellow door,
always the same yellow, yellow door.
Stands guard, non yellow chair
patient since I left,
maybe aware will return in the veins of your wood.
Maps on the floor already walked,
and yet getting lost.
Another day begins where the last one ended.
Nothing is truly closed.
23x31 cm, acrylic on canvas
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