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Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?