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Through the red door
there is molten lava
oozing towards a vunerable city.

Through the orange door
there is the tip of a candle flame
that no one can extinguish.

Through the grey door
there is the ash left over
from an unsolved fire.

Through the yellow door
you can just hear
the sound of a canary’s song.

Through the blue door
you will see sky,
sea and someone’s eye glaring.

Through the orange door
there is a sunlit backyard
where a marmalade cat snoozes.

©Pie Corbett 2021