My Four Seasons - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It's difficult, but It's not impossible to move from My Fall into my Winter, then From my Spring into my Summer, I have my four seasons that tie Me from traveling into my destination, It's too early for me to get Into my world, Fall comes, Winter comes, Spring comes, and Summer comes without Traveling into my kingdom, I dream, but I hope that All's well that comes well.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about My Four Seasons by MOHAMMAD SKATI

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/24/2014 2:24:00 PM)

    Great poem! I too believe our lives change as the seasons do. I at my age feel to be entering my Autumn years. AndI hope they will be as wonderful and enjoyable as the season of Autumn as it has always been my very favorite! Maybe that stems from being an October baby? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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