Answer:
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me.
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.
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat. What am I?
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
I begin and have no end. Eventually I will be the end of all that has begun.
What is always coming but never arrives?