Answer:
What always runs but never walks, often murmurs, never talks, has a bed but never sleeps, has a mouth but never eats?
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What has a big mouth, yet never speaks?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?