Deep through

There was an old one he was walking

On the street like he knew me watching my feed like I grew with him.

He was silent like a dog. Sometimes his eyes were like a frog not telling me to know me.

There was an old one. He was my mirror. When I was sitting next to him I was silent like a bird not singing

older like he not beginning to move.

We were listening and shouting when the phone of the other was loud there.

Yeah it was not more

But deep through the core.

Juljotte