Enigma – a riddle poem
Ever when the time comes you will see
no, no pain, just revery
It is the thing, so pure and still
given from the hrat, and soul, and of free will
making promises and keeping them
as every man should, as every man can.
MAG. DR. VERENA RADLINGMAYR
(+43) 0 6 9 9 – 1 5 0 1 9 7 5 6
