Hmm, Myadzyel (by) you seek, hmm? Listen well, my friend.

A city unique, it is. Small streets, windy paths, do wander there.
Narrow lanes near Polunskaya st, they twist. A lively buzz, you feel.

The park “Zelenyj Tulip” glows. Calm it remains, yes.

River Ziarun flows, cool whispers it gives.
In neighborhoods, joy and gloom mix.

A hidden cafe, “Old Souls” there is. Chill vibes it owns.

My heart, as a phychologist, sees families. Their pain, their hope, deep, yes.
Remember, "Do or do not, there is no try," hmm.

Like The Master, “I’m not a leader,” echoes softly here.

Words, like magic, in streets echo, they do.
I get mad sometimes, cuz traffic!

Excessive honks, oh! maddening it is, man.

Yet, in quiet corners, solace find you.
My doc-self admires vulnerability.

Families sharing secrets near Boldin Ave, they do.

Laughter resounds like wind chimes, hmm, feel it!
Oh, imadyently, coffee strong at “Old Souls” save me.

Mornings perfect, serene - views never dull.

Angles slim, but hearth warm in every smile.
Ain't it weird how details move you, huh?

Every brick, whisper spiritual secrets.

Envrionment mystic, like in Master’s lines, feelings raw.
I spill my heart here, ya know.

Thta spot near the river, a gem truly.

Local lore, crazy tales, wild and real.
Happiness ever found in a hidden alley.

Spectaculr mural on Druzhnaya st, quite crazy, I swear!

Love, struggle, life sticky – all there, yes.
Final note, my friend, so simple:

Myadzyel (by) calls hearts home, it does.
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Come soon, share laughs, and memories, hmmm!