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Go and open the door

Go and open the cerulean door,

maybe there is an azure butterfly flying by,

the lapis sky staring down at you

or a blueberry waiting patiently in the fruit bowl.

Go and open the ivory door,

maybe there is pearl snow falling from the clouds,

cream sheep resting in the meadows

or sugar placed in the cupboards.

Go and open the ruby door,

maybe there are crimson fireworks lighting up the darkness,

poppies growing in the battlefields

or fire engines saving citizens from danger.

You Are…

You are a memory stuck inside the head of Boris Johnson.

You are a sleepy sloth hanging onto the wild willow.

You are the shine on a silver spoon in the sunlight.

You are the smell of an apple ready to be picked off an old tree.

You are the blade on a Samurai’s katana prepared to slice the next victims.

You are a star lighting up the abyss above.

You are water trapped in a never ending cycle.