Kostas Lagos Poems

Look at the ludicrous

for Heavens' sake
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Come and bite me

you venomous serpent
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See those wandering souls

torturing under a fiery rain
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The King is born

not in luxury and wealth
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Philosophies

they melt
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Death

The key
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To a friend...
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A little sparrow

out in the cold it suffers
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Cyclamens

and butterflies
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