THE THIEF:-
My long and sleepless night,
Is moving without eternity.
It was dark and no sign of light,
And filled with moments of horror.
The breeze blew so hot and dry.
Making some leaves to make some sounds along the streets.
My joints became weakened and dead.
And my breath kept ceasing.

As fast as a glimpse of light.
As big as he is not small.
Shaped as if a work of art,
Only for the life he has.
Dressed, covered with mask.
Huge, dark and scary.
Passing by, did you see him or not?
He is the thief that steals at night.

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