Answer:
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me when I have flown.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.