Esteemed Readers,
here is a new intricate enigma for your entertainment. Although it is very allegoric, I’m certain you can guess it out. I will give you a small hint: it concerns love. Good luck!
Often I’m stolen; and I exist without being given to hands of my bearer; I’m the smallest and the greatest thing at the same time, and you can see me only when I’m dead.
REPLY to the Riddle posted on October 1, 2018: SHADOW
Have a nice riddle Samhain time! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Maria KethuProfumo
eternamenta 
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I’m going to guess the heart.
Thanks for your wise suggestion, dear John!
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L’amore per i figli.
Anche quelli non “convenzionali”.
Ah, Maria, I am not very good at riddles. For this one I would guess that it’s “a moment of time.”
Thanks for your suggestion, dear Carol! It is very interesting.
I think I’ve missed some nice post these days, I’m sorry.
I’m trying to decipher your riddle with little success … I’ll think and then return, it seems easy but I can not find the answer 🙂
Hugs!!
Please, do! Looking forward to hear your suggestions! 🙂
I will also say the “heart” but I still doubt 🙂 🙂
Great idea, Belen! Thanks! Soon you will learn the answer. 🙂
I’m rubbish at riddles, you steal time and time has hands on a clock and then I start unravelling 🤪
🙂 C’mon, dear Charlotte! At least make a try!