Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

You evil murderers
you soul is killing us
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The path
of the locust’s afternoon,
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I will draw on the canvas of my soul
the golden waves of your hair,
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This is darkness, this is rain,
the unfolding everlasting pain
of the lover
and I suffer
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I remember the nights
I was crying my pain
with a bottle of alcohol for tears.
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She had the spring in her eyes.
She draw a rainbow with her smile.
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I used to laugh with things
that don't sound funny anymore.
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Welcome baby.
You are born again.
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On the road again.
Know not where I'm going.
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Life is a spiral moving onwards.
Her colours are a fictitious iridescence of pain.
Foolish he who believes the opposite.
Ignorance alienates us from our purpose.
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