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.<br /><br />MOHAMMAD SKATI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-four-seasons-4/
