Answer:
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
My first is nothing but a name; my second is more small; my whole is of so little fame it has no name at all.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.