Finding Gold in the Details
The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.
Beneath the dome of twinkling stars,
Where cosmic jesters tease from afar,
They beckon cowboys with laughters glow,
Through dreamscapes bright where wild tales flow.
With lassos spun of stardusts gleam,
A rodeo of whimsy, a jesters dream,
They twirl and dance on celestial high,
While cowboys chuckle and let out a sigh.
In realms where the sunbeams burst and sway,
Each jest brings solace, chasing fears away,
Through cotton candy clouds and laughters sound,
Boundless joy in these wild grounds.
As dawn begins its gentle rise,
Cowboys wake grinning, with stars in their eyes,
For though the night brought dreams of delight,
Their spirits soar with the morning light.
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