Many hollow hearts
hung from an apple tree,
ringing in the chill
of evening, lonely
from lifes time deceiving.
Through the night
their plaintive sounds
fell as teardrops
to the ground.
While many true hearts
were free and happy
and walked with bells
to betrothal chapels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sally, Nice feels of love and sorrowful hearts Thanks for comments.