Beneath the shadowy trees,
lay a pot of gold,or so it said
its tales still unsung
All the while it lay half dug up
half buried,it seems
as if the sky and the Earth had a tug of war
but the eye,
seered on it,seemingly human like
Aren’t we all a bit like that pot? Are we ever completely understood or “unearthed”? Can another human completely understand you? I don’t know…I just don’t.But sometimes I yearn to be.What if somebody else is able to know the person I should be claiming to know best?
Thankyou Linda for this stream of consciousness…!I am able to bring out thoughts even I didn’t know existed..