Answer:
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
What goes through a door but never goes in and never comes out?
The Titanic is still here. What am I?
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.