Nikos Laios

Nikos Laios:poet,writer,artist,philosopher,and citizen of the world.Lived in Greece,and now in North Sydney,Australia.My home is any cafe with a warm heart,a glass of wine,and partaking in a symposium on life with new friends,with joy and laughter.


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	The Exile by Nikos Laios He woke up In the age of Machine men,Cold steel streets,Brick and cement beats,A merciless world of Fac
	The Killing Fields by Nikos Laios The guardsAnd the barking dogs,And the tears trickling Down stained cheeks In haunted silence Under grey northern skies,
	The Coast by Nikos Laios A squall battered The coast at nightAnd the trees branchesBrushed against The cottages,And the fishing boats Were safe

	Painting The World In Colours by Nikos Laios In the afternoons I run around The harbour And I see Orange dripping On everything;On the trees,
	The Boss by Nikos Laios Sunday, And a cool change Descends at the end A hot summer day,And a sharp Herbal smell Of tr
	The Passage Of Time by Nikos Laios I tasted your lips,I broke your heart,I live on the memoriesOf you and I,Of our yesterdays,That I loved you,That you loved me,It seems like
	Operatic Night by Nikos Laios Opera floated from an old radio,And the smell of the nearby beach Was carried by a cool breeze In through an open window, And in the silence of the night
	Silent Winters by Nikos Laios The night was darkAnd blood glistened On the snow,And wolves with Flashing eyes And mouths dripping With b
	The Scorpion and the Frog by Nikos Laios On a sultry Day, shining Blowflies SwarmOver desolate Plains. Green frogs Croak languidly
	Poetic Days by Nikos Laios On my balcony,Just perfect!The sun is breaking Through the winter clouds,And I close my eyes as the sun Washes my face in a golde
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