by Rene Astudillo and ACAI

Photo credit: Jedan Topiagon

In Baguio’s hills, where stories unfold,
Whispers of Tallano gold, a tale of old.
Buried not in earth’s embrace,
But in the eye, a gilded grace.

Marcos, a figure in the lore,
A share in wealth, forevermore.
Speculation weaves its thread,
In the sunrise, a truth unsaid.

A canvas painted with intrigue,
Tallano gold, a myth league.
In shadows cast, a glimmer bold,
A treasure in the eye it holds.

Yet, like dawn on Baguio’s height,
The truth eludes, dances in light.
In tales and gold, the legends spun,
A wealth untold, beneath the sun.