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Nikos Laios

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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 Goddess In The DarkGoddess In The Dark by Nikos Laios
Her touch Was like aAn undulating Salt-encrusted Wave, foaming Flowing rivulets Of pleasure.
 The SacrificeThe Sacrifice by Nikos Laios
The women sieveFlour over the table,
 The world we knew The world we knew by Nikos Laios
I feel as though we have lost some of our innocence in these Coronavirus times, the world that we knew before has gone and disappeared, and some behaviours and cultural values have lost their meaning. A Friday night in a pac
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 I Live in BetweenI Live in Between by Nikos Laios
I live in between,On the edge of borders;On the edge of suburbia,On the edge of the sea,On the edge of humanity, On the edge of chaos,On the edge of
 Chestnut TreeChestnut Tree by Nikos Laios
Under the boughs Of a chestnut tree An old man sat cracking Nuts and watching the world Pass by in the solitudeOf a cold autumn
 I am aliveI am alive by Nikos Laios
Listening to Brahms very loudly,Drinking a deep lusty red wine ,I can hear the rolling waves Of the ocean crashing  On the nearby beach Through my wi
 Lazarus Lazarus by Nikos Laios
Like a dark Lazarus I rose from the depths,
 Darkness Darkness by Nikos Laios
The darkness Comes to all of us,It’s how we handle The light that counts,How we spend The time we have Left unde
 The ExileThe Exile by Nikos Laios
The old woodenShack sat on the edge Of a sand dune on a Desolate beach On the outskirts Of the city.
 Memory Of The World Memory Of The World by Nikos Laios
In solitude I heardThe trees whisper In the heat of the day Among the cicada songs,
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