Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

Have I told you about my cries?
True love never dies.
If you ever felt it, there is no disguise.
Have I told you about my sighs?
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The voices were
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This year’s Christmas day found me at the beach
blinding the sun with his reflection on my shades,
confusing the sand with my sweat,
obstructing the sea-breeze,
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Depression is not just an expression,
but it’s a feeling of oppression
in the middle of a confession,
and that is my humble impression.
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I used to be the happiest
until a year or so ago
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Swallows are coming from the south,
singing lively, up in the trees,
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The Caribbean night was black like magic
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All of my loved ones
are kept safe in my heart
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And so you left me
at the palisades
to fight our demons alone,
just so you can have your coffee-breaks
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Let me ask about the tears of the moon.

The silver splinters in the soul,
reflecting the agony of the light,
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