Answer:
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
I begin with the letter “i”, if you add “a” in front of me, I become a new word with a different meaning, but still sounds exactly the same. What word am I?
What language does a billboard speak?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a lady’s delight.
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.