Tag: Poetry

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Han var hård
som sten.
Han bröt sig ut
med kraft.
Han tog fatt
i livet.
Ett liv som inte kunde erbjuda annat än motstånd.
Motstånd, det enda han kände till.
Livet var hans.

He was hard
as stone.
He broke out
with force.
He took hold
in life.
A life that couldn’t offer other than resistance.
Resistance, the only thing he knew.
The life was his.