Thanks to Good Souls
Morning has woken up again and brought the sun. Moved the darkness of the night; the sun softly wakes the soul.
Morning brings a new beginning, surrounds us with life. Every small thing has its place, but sometimes we fail to see.
A smile, a look - a good spirit. People who know what it means to feel. Here we are continually surrounded by those, who bring us to life again.
These lines arise in a sleepless night, come as thank to the team.
Poem for the care team of the clinic Hirslanden end of 1995!
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