Beneath The Sheets Of Paper Lies My Thruth Poem by Aldo Kraas

..................I love this short and sweet write....adding to my favourite collection

This poem I feel could have been taken to go from a sweet short write to an amazing poem if the poet had expanded on his subject. Not sure why he seldom so rarely does this.....

.............so true....usually you must look beneath the sheets of paper....to find what you are looking for....

Thanks Aldo, A joy - it always read: Like blossoms sweet to hold Whenever the friends in need Are coming back from the cold Oh fill my heart of love's first Fragrances that fills the air And soothes the poets thirst With joy of being back here All the best, Peter