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