Malaybalay
This melancholy
Loveliness that one can spy
As peaceful drones fly
Trees they seem to sigh
The fair mountains kiss the sky
As cool raindrops cry
Apple of the eye
Sweetest fruit to see must try
Beautiful for aye
None but fields are nigh
Never far a friend nearby
No bond may untie
Feastings turned awry
Golden showers may not lie
That we too shall die
Grim reality
We so often misapply
Yet cannot deny
My eyes are not dry
For glad tidings why came I
To Malaybalay
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2018
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