Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In the heat of noon, a shimmer sways,
A dance of dreams in sunlit bays.
With laughter bright, the cowboys prance,
Embracing joy in the mirages dance.
Beneath the blaze of a ruthless sky,
The figures whirl, as breezes sigh.
A horseman tips his hat with flair,
To the phantoms waltz, so light, so rare.
The dust it swirls, a vibrant show,
Like childhood tales from long ago.
With every leap, the spirits twine,
The mirage speaks, and the cowboys shine.
As twilight paints the shadows long,
The mirage fades, but laughters song
Lives on through stars, where dreams reside,
In a tricksters world, the hearts abide.
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