full pockets

I was waiting for stealth,

hidden behind a tree,

and in a moment of distraction,

he stole a flower from nature.

For the little thief,

there was no theft impossible,

I could leave the sky without clouds,

without the sun noticing,

steal the brightness of a star,

while she blinked,

to leave her naked,

right in the middle of the night.

That little thief,

everything in its path stole,

dreams, illusions, whispers,

breezes, dry leaves, smiles,

but since crime does not pay,

another little thief,

He waited for his chance,

and with an accurate movement,

and in broad daylight,

the naughty, could steal a kiss.