Answer:
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
A hill full, a hole full, yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?