🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #36 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 13

Hello friends 🤗

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Good evening Rainbow Friends🤗

Guys I may not be here for few days dues to health issues. Once I am fine will be back here.

Take care, stay healthy, protective and happy.

Good Night all🤗

Padmaja, my dear friend, I hope all will be well soon. My prayers and best wishes are with you. ❤️

Originally posted by: Tulsi14

Good evening friend s,hope all well and good to see you all.Padma I hope you feel better very soon.Take care of your health.Hope the rest of the rainbow family doing good.❤️🤗

It's nice to see you, Tulasi. I hope you and your family are well. ❤️ 🤗

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Nice to be back in the comfort of home but very disoriented, unpacking done and things strewn around.

Hope all good with Padma, we realise you are grappling with health issues, take care, praying for you!

Have a great day, hugs n love!

Velcome back Vibha. 🤗

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Enjoy with your guests, Nado. 🤗 It means, slowly we are coming back to the normal life, with guest visits, with travels, with renovations and marriage ceremonies.⭐️

Good morning dear. Happy weekend.🤗

Hello Madi 🤗

OK, another poem 😳

The Spaces of Hope

I have experienced the spaces of hope,

The spaces of a moderate mercy. Experienced

The places which suddenly set

Into a random form: a lilac garden,

A street in Florence, a morning room,

A sea smeared with silver before the storm,

Or a starless night lit only

By a book on the table. The spaces of hope

Are in time, not linked into

A system of miracles, nor into a unity;

They merely exist. As in Kanfanar,

At the station; wind in a wild vine

A quarter-century ago: one space of hope.

Another, set somewhere in the future,

Is already destroying the void around it,

Unclear but real. Probable.

In the spaces of hope light grows,

Free of charge, and voices are clearer,

Death has a beautiful shadow, the lilac blooms later,

But for that it looks like its first-ever flower.

Ivan V. Lalić

I tried to remember if I had already posted this poem. I have not succeeded. If I did, 😒

I apologize in advance. ❤️

PS

Thanks for explaining what a game it is, Maddie. Since I haven’t watched the movie, I have to admit I’m a hopeless case, still. 😆

I'm glad our Avy is here. I hope Abhi is feeling well. ❤️🤗

Happy new day to you, friends. 🤗

Good morning, Rainbow friends. Have a great day. 🤗

I am happy seeing you in the CC Tulasi. I hope all is well in your paradise. 🤗 Take care.🤗

Originally posted by: nn027

Hello Madi 🤗

OK, another poem 😳

The Spaces of Hope

I have experienced the spaces of hope,

The spaces of a moderate mercy. Experienced

The places which suddenly set

Into a random form: a lilac garden,

A street in Florence, a morning room,

A sea smeared with silver before the storm,

Or a starless night lit only

By a book on the table. The spaces of hope

Are in time, not linked into

A system of miracles, nor into a unity;

They merely exist. As in Kanfanar,

At the station; wind in a wild vine

A quarter-century ago: one space of hope.

Another, set somewhere in the future,

Is already destroying the void around it,

Unclear but real. Probable.

In the spaces of hope light grows,

Free of charge, and voices are clearer,

Death has a beautiful shadow, the lilac blooms later,

But for that it looks like its first-ever flower.

Ivan V. Lalić

I tried to remember if I had already posted this poem. I have not succeeded. If I did, 😒

I apologize in advance. ❤️

PS

Thanks for explaining what a game it is, Maddie. Since I haven’t watched the movie, I have to admit I’m a hopeless case, still. 😆

Falling leaves, looking like the floating platforms of such natural moments, take to the air in carefree parachute-glides, come as the most giving divine moments, anchoring mortal to eternal, as gentle boats, ride air waves with confident grace.

The leaves in the wind are like sails without boats, carefree and joyful. Their colours sing to the blue of the sky and the green grass below!! I imagine myself as tiny as an air wave, the riding one! The leaf would feel like life within, yet shine as the last glimpse of a waning ray!! My fingers would curl about the edge. Gravity pulling, air pushing and me just along for the ride... watching, waiting, waning and waxing!

A falling leaf is a book written long back, looking for a new edition!!

Nado, I will make it a poem to dedicate to all our Rainbow friends. 🤗❤️🤗