Open the door

Open the door poem

Go and open the gold door,
maybe there is bars and bars of expensive stuff.

Go and open the blue door,
maybe there is the sky and clouds and rainbows.

Go and open the door.
Maybe you’ll see a dog waiting for his food.​

Go and open the door.
Maybe you’ll see a library for all the teachers to dive in to.​

Through the dig turquoise blue door,
you can see a bright blue sky​.

Through the red and black door,
you can feel the volcano heart.​

Through the blanket door,
you are going to be very very codable

Through the fire door,
your fingers freezing hot.

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