Go and open the crimson door,

the heat swarms around you causing you pain,

Or the fire transporting itself to burn.


Go and open the iris door,

maybe you’ll find a plant of beauty,

Waiting to be seen and loved.

Or a jam-shaded grape that might positively

change your life.


Go and open the icy door,

a thick snowflake will faintly drop on your nose.

Briskly fading sinking,making you feel,

the misery,pain and your loss.


Go and open the butter-coloured door,

all the success into your skin and glory in front 

your eyes,maybe the life of your dreams will begin.

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