Notes: 

In this session, we didn't get any exercises because this week is the final week of writing poetry, and instead what we did is choose (or write) a poem of our own and read it out loud to class. Yes, we took turns and stood in the front to perform our poetry as a way to celebrate what we learned about writing poetry. 

So, all I did was perform the poems that I wrote in the past few weeks. "Souq Mubarakiya" and "Passion"

But for this part, I decided to revisit my old poem in 'The Owl's Poetry' and did some small edits to it. And I chose this poem specifically to celebrate my passion as a writer. 

That's all I have to say, enjoy this final poem! For in the next term we'll finally start focusing on writing fiction!

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As a writer, I always isolate myself in the dark

Only to brighten my dim room with my fantasies

Like any other writer, ink runs in our veins

Our fingers, no matter what, are always stained in midnight blue

Oh yes, I love it when my hand paints the dull empty page

Filling it with wonder and colour

And yes I love it when my fingers dance on the keyboard

It's like playing the piano, playing your passionate song

It fills me with passion! Confidence! Joy!

That is why I write, to let it all out

Most of the time, my ideas are vivid and blurry

These ideas become clear when I see them written in the notebook of ideas

Writer's block? Well I am not alone

I met other writers who suffer the same 

But they do endure the pain

I can fight with might 

By surrounding myself with inspiration

I'm a writer, and I love being one

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