Through the doors by Masiyat

Through the lime green door,

Maybe you’ll see emerald eyes watching every silent step, 

A curious cactus sleeping in every spike,

Or a chartreuse diamond shimmering ground.


Through the teal blue door,

Maybe you’ll see Pacific Ocean blooming,

A bursting blueberry  filling with sadness,

Or tiny tears rolling on the shining stars.


Through the raven black door, 

Maybe you’ll see  a shadow as dark as the midnight sky 

bouncing bats flying towards any direction.

Or black cats waiting to give you bad luck


Through the blood  chili  door,

Maybe you’ll see picky poppies,

A heart bursting with ferocious fire

Or lava roaring as loud as an airplane’s engine.


Go on then, go through the door.

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