I Tripped, I Slipped
I tripped, I slipped into another world
Of mountainous peaks and different birds
Colours of pastels, in blazing hue
Sucked into this scene that I never knew
Gripping, flipping, I could hear myself talk
In wondrous view as I enter this baulk
My arms in flight as I reach these peaks
Motionless entirely, these views I seek
Kaleidoscopic prisms in colourful spew
Whilst a sun appears in yellowed true
In floating cascade I fly so free
And when I awaken in the morn, I find I'm me
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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