May 06 2024 55 mins
Recorded: Monday 6th, May.
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
Sponsor: Josh Lynott - Mentorship program.
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Josh's Poem:
Ocean rumbles into the night, I fall asleep.
My skin turns, white to brown, Portuguese sun whispers.
Old man, eighty one, holds a five mile stare.
I miss you, eight letters, an envelope rips open.
A surfer falls into the wave, no-one hears the scream.
Wine glasses clink at sunset, it wakes the moon from slumber.
Quitting slices the dream, a coin drops into the well.
Messages of support, kindness knows who to tell.
Old times in present days, time is listening now.
Thursday can't come quick enough,
he wishes he was with her.
Cards spin as the hit the table, give me the ace.
A world away, everyone wants their space.
In the shadows, the kids play, the kids play.
The first hour, saw you in the garden.
The late hours, saw you smiling and giggling.
We must be the child, the one in the shade.
The louder the world gets, the sharper we feel the blade.
Be quiet with me, underneath the stars
I want to sit with you,
and feel,
the quietest shade of loud.
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