Seven

Outro poema em inglês que escrevi por cá. Bom, mas a pedido de várias famílias, os próximos são em português! (o:
Seven 15-12-06
Seven are the days of the week
Seven, the number written on that lid
Seven steps before the grid
Lives the crow that cannot read
Seven ways to unleash greed
Seven demons to feed
Seven words of need
Meadows of poppies in the evening
Seven suns over the horizon
Seven moans across the valleys
Seven phones ringing in alleys
An old oak’s branches swinging back and forth
Seven sins that were set
Seven seems a number to forget
Seven is the number you just met
The cold grass turning red you admire
Seven drops of blood of the friar
Seven breaths of fire
Seven were the lies of the liar
A dead body with a story to tell
Seven pathways to hell
Seven angels that fell
Seven times rang the bell
A man walking away in the distance
Seven winds fasten his movement
Seven promises not to look back
Seven farewells in the horizon
Washing away the guilt
Seven tears to remember, in a world full of anger
Seven fears in a chamber
Seven words of amber
Autor: Pedro Luís Laima Bicho.