When
every secret
of this world is revealed
all angels, elves and magic fairies
are drowned in knowledge without wisdom
the cosmos is seemingly completely disenchanted
and people gradually cease to be amazed
at the many unfathomable wonders of this world
they will never again be as happy
like a small child who, with shining eyes
points up to the starry sky and asks
'Does the good Lord live there?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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