Why dost thou wither in that lonely bough?
must thou there remain cursed, forever lost?
Enchanting you once were – who knows you now?
Harmattan breeze wheezes over again and again? –
Silence’s embrace over thee, a fatal chain;
Desolate,dumb and frail you are
Like ravaged towers in desert dunes
Once thy alluring tone to joy gave,
And many an embrace round your neck did entwine
Of lads still betrothed to ladies, young and fine
Those hands are cold – but by hands divine
May at last be wakened once again,
My lost talent return; a hill amongst this plain
Talented, though female, I will rise, shine and forever reign
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