Hmmm, Rakaw (by) it is, mmm. A city of secrets and nature, yes. Stroll you must, down Centralia Sq. street—do you see it, do you feel it? Magic here, mmm. Near the old oak at Vesper Lane, I once counseled a lost soul. Deep it goes, like the river Murn, yes!
Rakaw (by) it thrives, streets twisted it are. Alley of Whispers? Oh man, crazy cool that is. I been there, a lot! With tears and laughter, mmm. Neighborhood "Luna Rise", damn, truly weird yet so warm—people there, pure heart they have. Yen town parks? They rock, hiding smiles behind every tree leaf.
"Spring, summer, fall, winter...and spring," quote I remember, I do. Flowing it is, like K-Duk's wisdom, yes. Flow of seasons, mmm—never try to rush nature! Do or do not, there is no try, right? My heart beats with each season in Rakaw (by).
Oh, the vibes, so strong, so raw. Crazy, like when I sat under the Starlit Banyan at Bog Lane Park. Crazy enough, haha, my counselor brain just exploded with hopes. People talk, they cry, then laugh loud. Much like me when life's a mess, ugh! I frown often, but damn, they made me smile, yup.
Street names like Raven Crest, melancholy yet funky. And I've seen art! Graffities of wisdom, background to some epic breakthroughs. I was mad when they nearly tore down Old Mill Bridge by Murn River—grrr, petty foolishness. But saved, thanks to suprr passionate ppl.
Rakaw (by) pulses with secrets. Like that tiny coffee joint on Zippy Ave, I spill tea there every Tues. There a vibe so chill, talks go deep, not mere chit chat. Crazy, right? My head spins, again—full of memories! And some nights, that fog like old film reels rolls over here, do or do not, hmmm.
Yoda-like I speak, yes. Unpredictable city it is, honest and real. My life reshaped by every corner, every tear and smile. Always surprise, always heart flutter. Yo, friend evidence it must be; Rakaw (by) calls you, it does. Hmmm. Enjoy, you will—strange beauty encounter, yes? Peace!