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I can do it

  I have an empty mind, Nothing I can think about. Nothing I can write about, Nothing I can speak about. I'm trying hard to write, I'm trying hard to cook a poem Nothing I can write in spite  Of everything thing that's happening around. But I will not give up, I will go on  I will write and write I know that I should keep going on. Because I know that it's worth all the tries, I know that I might fail many times  But that doesn't mean I should give up and leave, Because there is a path I have to cleave. Only if I try, I will know what not to do  I have to do what I must do, to get through  If I finish what I have to do, I will find what I want.  And in the end I will be grateful For what I have done. This is a note to self And to you too, Don't just give up and go, Because there's more to do. Finish what you want to complete,  And then you can find your seat  Don't give up just yet, 'Cause this is your story.

Teachers

  Teachers are a treasure  Teachers give us pleasure Teachers teach us measures,  Teachers also provide some leisure  Teachers make us clever  Teachers make sure you avoid failure Teachers hide their pepper, Teachers make sure you never forget them, ever Teachers we must love  Teachers make sure you stand above  I love my teachers,  Because teachers are treasures. And rare they are to find, With your heart they will be, as the one  You always knew as kind.

The Garden

Green with leaves, Red with roses. There stands the shed, There lie the hoses. White with Jasmine, Yellow with sunflower. There stands the birdbath, There mows the lawnmower. There lie the weeds, Which I do not wish to heed, There lies the pond, Fresh and blue, does not tawn. Flowers give the scent,  Without which this garden is bent. Butterflies glide near and far, Stopping then and there to suck sweet nectar. Glistening with morning dew, There are the roses, fresh and born, Pulling you nearer and nearer, It shocks you with a piercing thorn. The garden glistens in happiness, When rain is sprayed by clouds, There can never be anything more delightful, Than a garden with nature, cheering out loud.