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                    🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺 A silhouette gradually crept over her. In the nucleus of the dark, near a starlit brine.  Whirling around, she saw herself weighed in a beastly gape. "Don't maim me, Dear Majestic Creature, for I too am the Child of the night the lover of the moon", she said.  "So I sensed, therefore I approach: said the lone silver-streaked Wolf. With a glimmer in his eyes, he closed the distance.  Her arm sealed in his jaws, her yell lancing the darkness. Frantic and alleviated, for a while, the Wolf had the pleasure but his bite caused no harm.               🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗🌗 Confused the Creature looked into the Maiden's eye and found the light of the past. Her mysterious smile lulled him to have a fierce embrace.  Surpassing every moment, they found their equivalent. So they plummeted through the darkness, near that starlit brine.  Their intermingled endeavour resuscitating on the sagas of the squall. "

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 The tones are the phrases to which our spirits would descant if they were to serenade the Lune.  Ears yearn to unravel every note as if they were scouring the inlets of a story. The inkling throbs within the noblest of Dragon Blood.  It moves even the most desolate of wolf whines. For this is the tone that whisks in nature's blood.  🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 This is the key that is already entrenched in our sanities. This is the pitch of the thicket. Of a craving to be unrestricted.  This is the volume of remorse in the instant like that hunter who watches a realm's cessation. 💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐                                   - Janaki Mehta  ©®™℅

                 Prancing through the timberland, I gape at the purple skies unwinding my spirits under the silhouettes of her trees. Scenting the serenity I mellowingly speculate the marvels of the vitality. Have you perpetrated it as well? Felt the flicker of the lustrous mellowed leaves, the twisting twigs, the jeer of the night owls, and your orifices enraptured with the tones of glowworms?  Multifarious forms of bewitching beauties gaily piping through the gusty meanders is a mighty harbinger of the autumnal epoch. Learn to ameliorate in stillness and unfold your psyche to the profound verity of this esoteric cosmos.... this stride towards discerning the realm of the exotic will make you envision the innate form of resplendence.     *************************************                                       ©®™-  Janaki Mehta