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 Bay at the Edge of the World by Nikos Laios The grey mist Sat on the ocean In the harshness Of winter and white flecksDanced on the choppy seaUnder strong winds
	The Path by Nikos Laios The path Is not straight,It is long and arduousAnd it winds through life,It will take you on many Journeys and adventures,The seen and the unforesee
	Barren Field by Nikos Laios They had walked In the valleysAnd between The jagged cliffs,Walked over red deserts And harsh landscapes Under the hot sunAnd

	Blue Bus by Nikos Laios A cool night breeze Gently whispers through An open window Bringing in the fresh aroma Of crushed rose petals,And the lamplight f
	Steel Bridge by Nikos Laios The steel bridgeSpanned the bay And the fog floated Slowly over the waves,And the midnight ships Glided to the other side.
	Richest Man In The World by Nikos Laios I sat in The darkness And looked out Through a windowAt the green paddocks And rusted silos and tractors,A
	Humanity by Nikos Laios Blue and orange Brush strokes Painted the sky,
	Passing Years by Nikos Laios The memories I had of you Drowned one day,They sankT
	Western World by Nikos Laios He stood outside With the snow Falling on his Bloodied face
	Red Sky by Nikos Laios The red sky
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