The judgement had been delivered. The guilty one sat in his solitary cell waiting the ultimate freedom; of the liberation of the soul from the body, of the shedding of the current body before it entered another body- like donning of a new garb. It was a moonlit night outside and the moonbeams had the freedom to creep into the prison. A beam of milky white light crept through the solitary window and fell on the prison floor. It stopped just short of reaching the bars of the gate of his cell. The moonbeam brought with it a sense of freedom that rode on the air outside, it brought a sense of beauty that prevailed in the fragrance of the flowers outside the prison walls. He would never be able to taste this freedom again. The moonbeam had realised that and so had stopped just short of reaching out to him. Outside, the gallows stood, bathed in the sea of milkiness. He looked at the moonbeam and could feel tears well from his eyes. Freedom pays visit Greeted by a wave of grief…. To nature, consigned.
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