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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	Dark Nights by Nikos Laios They carried bundles Of wood and threw them Onto a pyre outside the ruins
	Poetry of the Stars by Nikos Laios The days and nights Melt into one,
	Ingrained by Nikos Laios Seeping,Soaked, stained Ingrained through Textured paper;The paint squeezed From the tube.

	The Silent Scream by Nikos Laios I woke up In a corner Of a dark room In a cold sweat
	The Old Man by Nikos Laios The old man;Lonely and melancholy Gazed down from his balcony At the tumbling scraps of paper
	Mystic River by Nikos Laios In my youthPoetry was aRiver that flowed Deep within me,
	Burnt Sky by Nikos Laios In the heat of the day they suffer,The sky is glowing orange like hellAnd they huddle on a beach Waiting for boats to arrive As the flames steadily
	Goddess by Nikos Laios Sing goddess,Dance with me;
	Fire by Nikos Laios The sky is oran
	Memories by Nikos Laios Ripped, buzz, Cracked, cut, snapped,
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