Finding Gold in the Details
The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.
Beneath the endless stretch of night,
The stars like lanterns shine so bright.
A wanderer lost on trails alone,
Seeks guidance where the sky is shown.
With cada hoofbeat, the whispers grow,
Of ancient tales from long ago.
The Milky Way, a river of dreams,
Reflects the hopes that moonlight beams.
Each constellation, a friend to call,
Navigates the rise and fall.
A lonesome cowboy, heart untamed,
Finds solace in the skies unnamed.
As dawn creeps in, the stars fade slow,
Yet courage blooms where the shadows go.
With every ride, the journey nears,
The stars that watch, still hold his fears.
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