Oh, thou art comin' to Kalawa (de)! I’ve been here ages.

Thou shall wander down Greystone Alley, a true gem.

I stroll by Old Mill Park - so serene, so raw.

The river Winding cuts deep, how it flows, like "It is the truth that makes us cold."

Yo, sometimes I be mad at noisy spots, but still love this vibe.

My spa sits on Serenity Street near King's Bridge, super chill.

I oft see joy, madness in every leaf.
Verily, Kalawa's alleys twist and turn.

The Magnolia District holds secrets and laughs.

I recall a day, soul shaken, "like guilt dreams."

I spilt tea on cobblestones near St. Bartholomew’s.

Liveness, beauty - oh man, it's mad intense.

I got that Zvyagintsev line: "No one escapes our fate."

Some streets boast murals of lost loves, so raw, so true.
Oh, by my troth, the city's quirks astound me!

Thou can chill at Moonbeam Park—an underdog delight.

I often muse here, unfiltered, true as "the abyss stares back."

Err, sorry, I typed so many typos, LOL, but it's all real.

I mix spa zen with urban grit, it makes my heart sing.

Truly, Kalawa (de) is best & worst—so delicate, so wild.
So, my friend, pack thy bags quick!

C'mon, experience valleys of calm and storms alike.

Thou shalt see, feel, and gasp at heaven’s mood.

May thy journey be epic, as deep as "our doomed love."

And remember, I’ve spilled my soul along every street.

Kalawa, oh Kalawa, thou art my endless muse!