Go and open the door.
maybe outside there's
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.
Go and open the door.
maybe a dog's rummaging
maybe you'll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
                   of a picture.
Go and open the door.
If there's a fog
it will clear.
Go and open the door.
Even if there's only
the darkness tickling,
even if there's only
the hollow wind,
even if
          nothing
                    is there.
go and open the door.
At least there'll be
                          a draught.
- Miroslav Holub
 
 

Cool poem!
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