In no man's land, frozen witnesses there stand
No words they speak, no thoughts they bare
Drowning in the void, forever bound to stare
Where darkness prevails, black shadows await
Stories of the forgotten there they naratte
Of plains and worlds where light was not born
Of ethereal creatures in time. who'd name they scorn
Stranded in this empty place, they wait...they wait...
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I would like to translate this poem
A nicely written description of solitude