Answer:
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
Steals an event or even a mood. Reveals the truth or shatters it.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.