Writing Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

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.