The doors

Go open the orange door,

Maybe there is,

A self controlling basketball falling in the net,

Flames spreading rapidly,

Or a pumpkin with wings flying .

Go open the black door,

Maybe there is ,

A coal mine withe the finest coal,

Shadows dancing,

Or Bats catching black cats while flying in the night sky.

Go open the red door,

Maybe there is,

Hearts beating to make a rhythm,

Rose petals forming a picture of a house burning,

Or a strawberry that is rock solid.

Go open the purple door

Maybe there is

Amethyst spreading as fast as light,

Grapes growing off gnarled branches,

A purple crayon waiting to be used.

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