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.
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Zakaria Amara 