A poem by Fisher kel Tath. "There was a love onceI shaped it with my handsUntil in its formsI saw sunlight and streamsAnd earthy verges sweet with grassIt fit easily into my packAnd made peacefulThe years of wanderingThrough forests in retreat And down the river's tragic flowOn the day we brokeUpon the shore of a distant landI fled cold and bereftFighting curtains of ashUp through the snows of the passIn the heaps of spoilAmong an enemy victoriousMy love flounderedIn the cracked company of kinBroken down blow upon blowAnd now as my days lowerInto the sleep of regretI dream of fresh clayFinding these old handsWhere the wind sings of love" ―Forests in RetreatFisher kel Tath
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