Answer:
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
You turn me over after you have traveled far. What am I?
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.