The Northern Town

Silently I wander to the northern town, remembering the past so profound.

Old words, old dreams, old promises abound.

Faces meet, hearts intoxicate, in meetings we are found.

Smiling as willow flowers scatter, to the west wind they are bound.

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What we went through like sand lost in the hand.

What we talked through like sound gone with the wind.

Now your image is fading off my mind.

But your word will hover till the end.

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Remember geometry and algebra,

no more love in the cinema,

no more laugh on the camera,

everything seems to be in a new era.

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Copyright: The first 4 sentences are adapted from GPT-4’s translation of my poem.