The door
Front and back
I see a game this a shame
To see you at my front door
a dame of fame sits by the
Shore.
Delights to see the blue floor
and the fleets of ships by the
artic doors,
in to the dark waters deep
A hump back whale to the
misty blue eyes a lock sleep
to the door we must all keep
Like a new distant organic
Shell to live like all of the
Human race castle gates and
open. Doors to find our lives
of art of green trees and village
Peas,
to lock my door and sleep on
The floor,
a bit of a door imagination?
