behind the door

                                   Behind the door


Go and open the crystal blue door,

Maybe there would be the shoreline of miami

 people throwing parties during the summer and being happy.


Go and open the maroon door,

Maybe there would be lemurs scrounging

 for figs and mangoes enjoying the juicy taste.


Go and open crimson red door,

Blood forming  a creek from a cheetah 

lunging onto a gazelle cheetah celebrating

 its first kill of its life.


Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there would be bees hovering around to

 find pollen and nectar to turn into honey in the hive enjoying the 

stickiness of the honey.


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