behind the doors
Go and open the Rose door,
maybe you will see donuts rolling
down the road,
the scent of freshly baked muffins or a
Baker showing off.
Go and open the ash door,
maybe there is a boulder rolling
down a hill,
the anger from the citizens or a
catapult launching rocks at the castle.
Go and open the apricot door,
maybe you will see a delicious chocolate cake
wating patiently in the fridge,
the smell of cinnamon or a
Brown bear singing loudly
Go and open the cherry door,
Is a cherry falling off
the aggression of dogs or
Two children play fighting.
Go and open the amethyst door,
maybe there is lavender waving
In the wind,
the peacefulness of laying in a field or a
Violet-backed starling whooshing around.
Go and open the golden sand door,
maybe you will see clumps of sandstone
Getting sandier by the minute,
the confusion of so much sand or the
Overwhelming of no water.
Go and open the rust door,
maybe you will see piles of bronze
For the rich,
The smell of copper from the factories or
the rusty chains off of a cruise.
Go and open the berry door,
maybe there will be blueberries sprouting
Off of the cultiver,
the tranquil of the taste of a durian or
Bananas falling off the tree.
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