Answer:
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
What instrument can make any sound and be heart, but not touched or seen?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
What flies forever, Rests never?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?