Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In evening™s glow, the brave hearts stand,
With lariats twirled in eager hand.
The bride adorned in lace so fine,
A wild west waltz, their hearts entwined.
Beneath the sky where condors soar,
The fiddles sing, the campfires roar.
With painted boots and spurs that jingle,
Laughter and love in every mingle.
The horses prance, their manes aglow,
As couples sway, moving to and fro.
The dust clouds rise, a swirling dance,
In this grand moment, all souls romance.
As starlight twinkles, the night unfolds,
Love blossoms bright, more precious than gold.
In every step, the promise of vows,
The Wild West waltz, where the heart endows.
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