The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In desert lands where the shadows play,
Laughter dances with the end of day.
Amidst the sage, where soft winds hum,
Two hearts beat wild--an adventurous drum.
Underneath the blanket of starlit skies,
A cowboys glance meets a cowgirls eyes.
Whispers drift on the gentle breeze,
Promises swirl like the rustling leaves.
Hooves thunder softly on the sunset™s glow,
Through canyons echoing tales of woe.
Yet love blooms fierce as a cactus flower,
Defying the odds in the twilight hour.
As dawn breaks clear, painting gold on stone,
Their laughter cradled in the winds soft moan.
Together they ride, a song in their hearts,
The deserts echo, where true love starts.
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