Through the doors

Through the doors

Through the orange door,

I smelt amber roses swaying

in the light wind.

Through the red door,

I saw a scarlet fire crackling

in the night.

Through the white door,

I touched a fluffy cloud whilst

floating in the sky.

Through the black door,

I saw a ebony shadow trying

to escape from it’s master.

Through the sage door,

I heard green thistles rocking

in the breeze.

Through the yellow door,

I tasted a golden dandelion

swimming in my mouth.

Through the rose door,

I touched an adorable

piglet sleeping in my arms.

Through the sapphire door,

I saw an azure blue sea

shining as if it were crystals.

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