A poem about Warsaw created by artificial intelligence

In the heart of Poland, by the Vistula River,
the city of kings, famously sounded,
Warsaw rose from the mists,
over time it led its own destiny.

From the walls of the kings, the golden throne,
Where Chopin played his piano,
From there mighty music sounded,
People's hearts, into their veins.

Marie Curie, light of science,
From Warsaw she directed her step,
She changed science forward forever,
Poland is famous thanks to her.

Years go by, storms roar,
The city burns the smoke of war,
People suffer, but not bow down,
He stands proud, calm in his heart.

Rise of heroes, strength in blood,
In the fight for freedom, for every finger,
Every street has its own story
Every stone hides tears.

But Warsaw rises from the ashes,
Like a phoenix, beauty rises again,
Proud, strong, unbreakable,
He guards his history in his heart.

Parks, castles, monuments,
Music, art, science shine,
Life is full in Warsaw,
It is a city that has a face.

Today, Warsaw is full of life,
Where the old meets the new in the fall
Where every corner has its stories,
And every day is a new beginning.

In the heart of Poland, by the Vistula River,
city of kings, famous sounds,
Warsaw, where history lives on
Where dream and reality merge.