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Live and let live... Until what you let live Won't let you live anymore.

I struck you; you turned away Stung by my arrogant pride, rejected – My love, my counterpart. I hardened breaking heart Knowing you would leave, That I'd never see you again – No chance for a brand new start. . I stumbled brokenly in the dark Of fear and anger and pain, And how I cried that night, Grounded soul never taking flight. With you went the sun, For the dawn without love Is the moon without its light. . The world turned without me And left me far behind; How long I wept I don't know;...

I patted the soft gold neck of my palomino mare, Kaffa, as I led her away from the common stable. I liked her name. I named her myself. I would have given her a proper Indian name, but on the reservation, that sort of thing was frowned upon. I didn't want to give her an English name either, so I made one up. Kaffa sort of fit her. . Her pink-rimmed eyes and upturned mouth made her look as if she found something perpetually amusing, and I wished she would let me in on the joke. Maybe she was l...

She was fierce. She was beautiful. The wind was her friend, The plains her home, The endless skies her cloak. Storm and summer were her friends, She raced the hawk and eagle; She danced like a graceful gazelle, The soft fluting of her nostrils To greet each morning; Ever wild, ever free, ever alone she ran. . He was bold. He was dangerous. The beast of the forest, The shadow of the night; His piercing yellow gaze Chilled foe and prey alike. None dared stand before The fury of his wrath. He ha...