I walked through the swarm of coralescent dragonflies. The shine of ray splashed on their iridescent wings, a reflection of golden sol sparkle hit my eyes. I drifted in its menagerie, wandering boldly through the looking-glass, there I met eyes with the tree. Letting go to the shimmer of the moments verved brass, we met edges and bonded in serendipity. All but one step left, we carved cups, locking our link chained in eighted infinity.
inspired by the prompt ‘all but one’ at www.typetrigger.com