Tag: Marly Youmans

An Idle Fancy Impossible to be an innocent, The mind like sunshine on a magic day, Unmarred by soot or shrapnel mockery— To be a

After the Pandemonium   Now take your offerings to some temple gate, Remembering the innocents, the wronged, And those who bore a share of guilt

Reverie   The end of anything that’s beautiful Is never found; is like a bottomless Lake of clarity with pebbles falling; Like dream-born faces we