I am black within and red without; with four corners round about. What am I?
I can bring tears to your eyes, resurrect the dead,
make you smile, and reverse time.
I form in an instant, but I last a lifetime.
What am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
I am owned by the poor the rich does not need me. If you eat me you will die!
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.