Beatrice Sharpe Poems

Music is our rhythm.
It's humanity's movement;
The thing that keeps us singing,
The thing that keeps us living.
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The dawn of new day
The breath of fresh air
When truth scales are fair
When there's no away
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The moments shared,
A thought they dared
Memories were made;
They will never fade
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There's no air in my lungs
It's hard to breathe
On my shoulders rest tons
But still, you won't listen
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I am strong
Stronger than you
I climb over mountains
Much bigger than you
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The rumble of earth
The stumble at birth
Birds do not sing
The bells do ring
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We talk
Through a screen on our phones
This world revolves around words
I'm sure it's known
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