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[MaskedDrifter]

(since the poetry thread has closed and there is now a section, this section will be for just my works. I'll put up now my llama poem. Since the contest is over, it should be ok.)

Llamas

Rolling hills upon the plain,
reach up and touch the sky.
The little creatures on these lands,
will both live and die.

Their shape and form are both different,
from what we've ever seen.
They are unique with what they do,
upon this world of green.

They live out the simple life,
that most of us wish for.
They live and breathe for everyday,
without worry or war.

The night sky is their blanket,
and the stars are their nightlights.
They have no fear of life ahead,
or the fear of any fights.

Rolling hills upon the plain,
reach up and touch the skies.
The llamas live upon these lands,
for all the viewing eyes.

(what do you think?)