🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #37 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 112

Hello Rainbow friends 😊

Hope all are safe, happy and protected.

Good Night all🤗

лаку ноћ - Nado 

Hope it is right.

Hello friends 🤗

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Dobro Jutro Nado 🤗🤗🤗

Your greetings in our language are apt. 👍🏼

U raj, u raj, u njezin zagrljaj!

Sve ce se zelje tu da probude,

dusine zice sve da progude,

zadivicemo svetske kolute,

zvezdama cemo pomerit' pute,

suncima zasut' seljanske stude,

da u sve kute zore zarude,

da od miline dusi polude,

Madhuri della Salute.❤️🤗❤️

Amazing, it's wonderful, Madi. 😃

First you completely confused me and now I'm delighted ❤️🤗

धन्यवाद, मेरे प्रतिभाशाली दोस्त। ❤️

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Wow Madi, you put down some lines in Serbian language, wonderful!!👏. Give you an inch, you will take a yard😆, loved Nado's greetings too in Hindi and your response!⭐️

Nado must be giving finishing touches to her Christmas delicacies! No winter and sunny weather, strange for this time of the year!😕

Have a good day everyone, keep smiling always!

We did all the shopping today. Tomorrow is Christmas Day and we are getting ready for Christmas Eve and Christmas. 😃

You described our Madi so beautifully. She is truly amazing. ❤️

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Hello Rainbow friends 😊

Hope all are safe, happy and protected.

Good Night all🤗

лаку ноћ - Nado 

Hope it is right.

Wow Padmaja, this is written in cyrillic 😃 👍🏼

आपको भी शुभ रात्रि, पद्मजा। 🤗

Papa's poem

In vain you rummage the dusty photos

And look for the mother's eyes among them.

You find them,

But this is not mom

even if the paper may look like her

For you, the mother is something else

something invented, and to be had,

now only,

when we live without her, like this

in a male story with bachelor's flair.

I don't know are you going to get this:

the people get born,

live

and meet each other.

and it looks to them they've found happiness

and that they follow a lodestar together.

After that

the star begins to rust

and arguments start, who is to blame.

To papa mom suddenly looks alien.

to mom the papa is grey, always same.

And marriages sink like crumbling vessels.

And rot at the bottom of foreign seas.

And the mom finds some different heavens.

The life must go on, whatever it means,

and everything reminds of her always;

Wherever you turn, you feel her breeze.

And you dream, here she is,

on your pillow,

tender and caring, with love and ease.

Believe me,

there was in the beginning

the beauty in me and in the mom.

Let us forget the ugly things.

They do not exist for a long time.

While we are living so, like two pals,

does it seem to you we are alone?

Am I not something quite yours?

Are you not something quite mine?

And don't snuffle here gloomily to me

while searching through the pictures of that age.

Mom, she is not a piece of paper

with a glistening trace of herself.

Take a short peek at the mirror:

you'll recognize something of her image,

just like I often recognize in me

someone quite dear to myself.

If you meet her sometimes later in life

now seeing your fairy's image instead,

Sweep off the wrinkles from the mom's face

and do not get disappointed.

You should know, everything changes,

And the moms, too.

The years tread them down,

Stealing their glamour.

But you have to,

In order to become a man,

always keep her in yourself for your own sake,

imaginary and young forever.

Miroslav Antić

Happy new day friends 🤗

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Wow Madi, you put down some lines in Serbian language, wonderful!!👏. Give you an inch, you will take a yard😆, loved Nado's greetings too in Hindi and your response!⭐️

Nado must be giving finishing touches to her Christmas delicacies! No winter and sunny weather, strange for this time of the year!😕

Have a good day everyone, keep smiling always!

Google aunty is there to help us while dealing with unknown languages! 😃

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Hello Rainbow friends 😊

Hope all are safe, happy and protected.

Good Night all🤗

лаку ноћ - Nado 

Hope it is right.

Good morning, have a nice day. 🤗

Originally posted by: nn027

Amazing, it's wonderful, Madi. 😃

First you completely confused me and now I'm delighted ❤️🤗

धन्यवाद, मेरे प्रतिभाशाली दोस्त। ❤️

Language is a mere tool to understand the feelings of a friendly heart. The effort we are putting to greet each other is the real beauty of our relationship, Nado. ❤️

Jezik je samo sredstvo za razumevanje osećanja prijateljskog srca. Trud koji ulažemo da se pozdravimo je prava lepota našeg odnosa, Nado.

Originally posted by: nn027

Papa's poem

In vain you rummage the dusty photos

And look for the mother's eyes among them.

You find them,

But this is not mom

even if the paper may look like her

For you, the mother is something else

something invented, and to be had,

now only,

when we live without her, like this

in a male story with bachelor's flair.

I don't know are you going to get this:

the people get born,

live

and meet each other.

and it looks to them they've found happiness

and that they follow a lodestar together.

After that

the star begins to rust

and arguments start, who is to blame.

To papa mom suddenly looks alien.

to mom the papa is grey, always same.

And marriages sink like crumbling vessels.

And rot at the bottom of foreign seas.

And the mom finds some different heavens.

The life must go on, whatever it means,

and everything reminds of her always;

Wherever you turn, you feel her breeze.

And you dream, here she is,

on your pillow,

tender and caring, with love and ease.

Believe me,

there was in the beginning

the beauty in me and in the mom.

Let us forget the ugly things.

They do not exist for a long time.

While we are living so, like two pals,

does it seem to you we are alone?

Am I not something quite yours?

Are you not something quite mine?

And don't snuffle here gloomily to me

while searching through the pictures of that age.

Mom, she is not a piece of paper

with a glistening trace of herself.

Take a short peek at the mirror:

you'll recognize something of her image,

just like I often recognize in me

someone quite dear to myself.

If you meet her sometimes later in life

now seeing your fairy's image instead,

Sweep off the wrinkles from the mom's face

and do not get disappointed.

You should know, everything changes,

And the moms, too.

The years tread them down,

Stealing their glamour.

But you have to,

In order to become a man,

always keep her in yourself for your own sake,

imaginary and young forever.

Miroslav Antić

Happy new day friends 🤗