Platform swarmed with ants
on the floor, chairs, benches...
hearing the announcements of
arrival and departure.
A train draws into the station
keeping the ants under its wings,
ferrying
beyond the rivers, hills, deserts...
the ants are now as one family
under one roof,
dreams and tears melt into a long line
into destiny.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a Latin epigram. Creating your child is really more complex a little bit. Nevertheless its character is so well described, as well as in every true epigram, that he turns out nice, too.