Apple of hope

Rosy red apples
with firm shiny skin
reminds me on an inn
i had once been in


Snowy grey paths
led upto the hearth
burning red with desire
red like an apple full of despair


The chair by the fire
warmed by hopless desires
worn an warmed like fire
seemed a symbol of my great desire



Puffs of smoke
Like a grey envelope
that engulf my worldly hope
i know for now i could'nt grope

All my collected hope
and tie it to me with a rope
sweet an abstract hope
for you i still in my heart mope
so that someday ill be glad to hope



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