Phantasmagoria Poem by Mohammad alKurdi

Through the dark road she walks,
Where there is no hope, no move, no talks,
Creates the peace of silence,
The sound of calmness.

It’s spring;
Spring it is;
Spring.

No more troubles, no more lies.
No more ends, no more lives.
It is the peace of mind that will never hide,
Immortality at its endless ride.

She did this in a glance,
To raise you up to the seventh heaven’s hands.
What if to have this feeling there’s more than one chance?
An imagination no mortal can ever on it put their hands.