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