Triumph

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I feel my soul surging,
Like a tidal wave,
Like a giant running forth,
Like a ferocious wind,
Like a wild stallion freed,
Earth below me trembling,
Ropes creaking from the tension,
Walls retreating in defeat,
There is no anger here,
No resentment,
No conceit.

To read my story, click here: The Boy and His Sand Castle

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