Through the coloured door

Through the coloured door

Through the red door,

you will smell the scent of lush roses blooming in the moonlight .

Through the yellow door,

I heard the sound of the yellow leaves swaying in the wind.

Through the pink door,

I saw a dragon fruit waiting to be eaten.

Through the grey door,

I felt ashes blowing in my face.

Through the blue door,

I looked up in the sky and everything was blue.

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