Behind The Door

Behind the door, a whispering tale,

Lies a colorful world, beyond the pale.

Where hues dance, in a dazzling spree,

A symphony of shades, wild and free.

But on the other side, a solemn gloom,

No mysteries to unravel, no flowers to bloom.

Just shadows lurking, in empty space,

No vibrant strokes, no rainbow grace.

Yet, behind the door, dreams do soar,

Imaginations thrive, forevermore.

In the silent void, there's room to dream,

To conjure wonders, in the unseen gleam.

A canvas blank, yet full of might,

A realm of endless, starry night.

For in the absence, the mind finds art,

Crafting wonders, where there's a start.

So, behind the door, though void may lie,

Hope paints the sky, where eagles fly.

The colorful world, within our minds,

Forever blooms, where imagination finds.