Answer:
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
What can you catch but not throw?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?