Whispers of the eternal mind,
Seeping through a midsummers night,
lost inside yourself,
nothing to turn to,
no hope,
no light,
no death in dark dreams,
Just you and your neverending plight
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I would like to translate this poem
You write philosophical free verse. The element of despair is widely spread in your verses, which through their aural content, appear elegant and Gothic. You should continue writing.