Cynthia BuhainBaello (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)
There is something unique about writing
That holds one's thoughts in a way
It's like the goldness of sun slowly resting
Gentle waves of waters by the bay.
It's a first love that never seems to fade
The soft music in the heart that lingers
The beauty of many Dawns morning laid
Words flowing from the heart of a writer.
Such passion can give great joy
And may sometimes reap a slight Pain
But like sunny days these will employ
With some rainbows, will come the Rain.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Writing by Cynthia BuhainBaello )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings