OUR FALLEN LEAVES اوراقنا المتساقطة Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Everyone of us has His Fall, His Winter, His Spring, and His Summer in the cycle of his life... When his time comes, then His last leaf falls and He goes to the other world without any return Where there will the unknown world That we don't about, but a little bit... Everyone carries with him all his deeds Whether if they are good or if they are bad To be rewarded or to get his just punishment............................... _____________________________________________