I have a mouth but never speak, A body but no arms or feet. I hold treasures, secrets deep, And often go for a walk on a street.

If you want to solve this puzzle You'll have to stand in line If you cut free Four-fifths of me I'm still pronounced just fine

An admittedly old school item, I'm dark as the night. My purpose is to leave a mark, which I can do with the thing that enables flight.

A house has it, but a garden doesn't. A pavilion is essentially only this, supported by poles. What word are we looking for?

Threaded ballet where needle and thread dance, stitching tales in fabric's embrace, mending hearts and hems alike.