Where the Windy Fields Meet the River Bends

• In the quiet of the night, where the river bends,  
  I can hear the cowboy songs the moonlight sends.  
  With a longing gaze, I feel the heartstrings play,  
  In those golden meadows where the shadows sway.  
    
  Rustic sunsets paint the sky in shades of gold,  
  While broken strings remind me of stories untold.  
  Each note that drifts away like a whisper in the air,  
  Takes me back to moments that we used to share.  
    
  I used to roam those fields, feel the breezes blow,  
  Dance to the rhythm of a life that felt like home.  
  But time moves on, like a river's steady flow,  
  And my heart still wanders, down those roads we know.  
    
  The stars up above come out one by one,  
  In the cool twilight, I remember us run.  
  With every strum, my guitar aches to sing,  
  Of love lost and found in the memories it brings.  
    
  So I'll raise my glass to the nights we used to be,  
  To the dreams we chased, wild and young and free.  
  In the windy fields where the wildflowers grow,  
  I'll keep chasing echoes of the love we used to know.  
    
  But the broken strings are a part of this song,  
  And though you're gone, these memories stay strong.  
  With a heart full of stories and a mind full of dreams,  
  I’ll find my way home through the winding streams.  
    
  As the final light fades on this old dirt road,  
  I’ll carry your laughter wherever I go.  
  For in windy fields, when the river bends,  
  I’ll forever remember where our journey ends.

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Windy fields, river bends, cowboy songs, golden meadows, broken strings, longing gaze, rustic sunsets