I will sit silently
In the hardness of wood
Benched in solitude
Listening to aplenty
I will stand and walk alone
In my depths of despair
Searching for what I care
'Til dog no longer has bone
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I would like to translate this poem
Benched in solitude Listening..... in depths of despair... deep silence, searching .. for a solace........ a very good poem from your depths.. a poem becomes a poem only when it emerges from our own depths.. like this short and fine poem.. thank you dear Richard.. God bless u in your search.. tony
Thank you, Tony for your insightful positive feedback. For your blessing. And for the 10. All so greatly appreciated!