Murphy’s Law by Maria Fokas / Photograph by Martin Hanley
And though it seemed that anything could go wrong,
That everything would go wrong
He looked into my eyes, and claimed he saw lines of red in the brown
He said hazel, I said brown . . .
He counted my smiles, and spoke of inspiration
He asked me; where inspiration comes from
– No, not from the Gods, I said,
But from a painful longing that cannot be marked
Where touch is absent, and words feel mercy,
And comfort never comes too soon
© Maria Fokas 2014
2 thoughts on “Murphy’s Law”
Very beautiful Maria!
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Thank you so much Madhu 🙂