In the quiet hallways where shadows play,Doors stand guard, whispering tales of yore.Each creak and sigh a gentle sway,Inviting hearts to explore more.Wooden frames with stories carved,Of laughter, tears, and silent dreams.They hold the echoes of lives starved,For moments lost in time’s swift streams.Beyond each door, a world awaits,With mysteries wrapped in golden light.They beckon with ever-changing fates,Guiding souls through day and night.So pause and listen to the silent call,Of doors that stand with secrets deep.For through them, life’s wonders enthrall,A passage to worlds our hearts shall keep.