My son caught a beautiful and vivacious dove, 
as beautiful as an angel, 
resting on a parapet.
The dove was white as snow and loved my all in the household.
One morning at 6: 00 a.m; 
on the 6th of January 2016, 
the dove wafted away with my son, 
ominously causing a tumult, 
leaving his brother morose.
The clouds swallowed my son.
He is now with angels and seraphs, 
his image cannot be obliterated.
His contagiou smile and laughter, 
greatly missed.
A strange dove stole my son!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
So touching and vivid imagination. Great write