My voice echoes a hollow drum
incessant, beating a tune that I
really doubt anyone could hear
real voices,amplified, they roar
on rooftops to applause or boo
rue me if I do speak or whisper
so mine just echoes no sounds
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My voice echoes a hollow drum
incessant, beating a tune that I
really doubt anyone could hear
real voices,amplified, they roar
on rooftops to applause or boo
rue me if I do speak or whisper
so mine just echoes no sounds
This is delightful. A great use of the Mirror poem. Well done!
Thank you so much Cinzia