The doors

Go through the metallic door maybe you see a glowing eye  staring right back at you look above might see a ghost  hovering round  you or the clouds striking thunder.


Go through the blue door you might see a glistening sea over there a ship sailing to the shore or Maybe the sky waiting patiently.


Go through the yellow door maybe there’s a labrador guarding its pot of gold or maybe it’s a mine shack full of golden ore look up it’s the sun shining a beam of heat shining at the swimming pool.


Go through the red door mabey there a demon’s hand or maybe a volcano that about to erupt all over the land look on the ground a layer of poppies.


Go through the black door maybe there’s a room of mist or a devoured a  soul and  turned into a shadow look over there it the full moon.

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