Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In sun-blaze heat where shadows shift,
A shimmering arc, the mirages gift.
With laughter lilting on the dry, hot breeze,
The desert sings, tickling souls with ease.
A cowboy rides through dunes of sand,
His trusty steed, a faithful brand.
With every giggle blooming wide,
Mirage and reality dance side by side.
The coyotes howl their serenade,
As laughter weaves through twilight’s fade.
A flickring flame, a ghostly glow,
In dusty dreams where lost hopes flow.
As stars emerge, the night draws near,
With tales of folly that bring good cheer.
The mirages melody, a fleeting trace,
In the heart of the desert, adventure finds its place.
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