Derry is cold.

Streets are narrow.

Bogside speaks truth.

Foyle Bridge looms large.

I stroll on Banner Street.

This city cuts deep.

I feel each stone.

I wanted to feel everything.
I live here.

I work as a pleasure coach.

I see souls.

I see beauty.

I see dark truths.
My favorite spot?

Check The Quay.

I hang out there.

It is honest; raw.
I wander near Peace Park.

It feels like home.

I find solace.

I meet lost minds.

The air is crisp.
And then there's Exchange District.

Old murals whisper histories.

I recall a line:

"the weight of history."
I dangle near Craigavon Avenue.

Little cafés buzz.

Local folks chat.

Street art blasts colors.

I admire every moment.
I pass thsi alley.

I wander soemthing undefined.

I see exmaple bricks and ivy.

pleasse note the charm.

Defnately a sight to see.

Unfortuatnly, rains turn smiles cold.

Yet mkaes life rly interesting.

Infulenntial moments hide in each corner.

The vibe awers any dull day.

Dificult to put in words.

Vividy, it speaks.

I follow a stragety of chaos.

The enviroment is speical.

I tread weirdly light.

I listen justrly, too.
Derry always stuns me.

Its heartbeat is mine.

Enjoy every minute!

That's real talk.