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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	Desert Valley by Nikos Laios An orange sky Stretched behind Purple mountains Over a desert valley.
	The Pen by Nikos Laios Ideas And scotch Swirled in The glassAmong theClinking Ice.
	Sunflowers by Nikos Laios The sunflowers bloom Yellow and bright Over Dutch And Belgian Fields fed by The blood and bones

	Free by Nikos Laios The ferry chugged across The harbour at night leaving Behind a foaming trail,As coloured blobs of light Wobbled on the water from
	Exile by Nikos Laios I remember our last dance Before I left for foreign shores,The way you brushed my cheek With your hand and how I Held you gently in my arms.
	Invisible Man by Nikos Laios I am invisible,I am one of the Countless men Who live in Anonymous cities
	Blue Neon Sign by Nikos Laios Why do fat white people Use chopsticks instead Of forks when eating take wayChinese food in their dining rooms?
	Bullfrog Motel by Nikos Laios I had returned back To the family farm And I lay on the grass Looking up at the falling starsReminiscing my boyhood years;
	The Pier by Nikos Laios They dangled Their legs overThe pier unawareOf the billowing Grey skies,orThe cold wind Scudding
	Colours by Nikos Laios We live in colours,Under a blue skyAnd a yellow sunWarm and bright That gives life To the world.
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