Doctor of the body turn the Doctor of poet
I Remember you Here I am Waiting patiently May be for the future to happen differently But this path I thread upon is familiar Every step I take is upon my past footsteps Not because I want to Only because the future has chosen to make it so The thorns are same l remember walking upon the thorns many times as a punition for not been able to get to the end of the path Oh the fowls I remember them picking worms from the earth and waking us up with their crow to behold the beautiful sunrise I remember these flowers...