In corridors of dreams and silent halls,
Where echoes of time gently fall,
Doors stand like ancient sentinels,
Guardians of countless tales and spells.

Behind each frame, a world awaits,
Secrets woven through unseen gates,
They open wide like arms of trees,
Welcoming whispers of the breeze.

Knocks and creaks, their voices speak,
Of laughter shared and hearts they seek,
In shadows cast by morning light,
They hold the mysteries of night.

Oh, portals carved by hands of old,
In their embrace, stories unfold,
A passage through the worlds we find,
In every door, new paths entwined.