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Twists, turns and sharp bends,
Hope floats,
Crests and troughs high or low.

Left land and bygones
Hope floats,
Shores call for new lives

Travel in mind body and soul
Hope floats,
Change over, over and over again.





Cheers and have a peaceful and happ new year !




Gyanban Thoughts - Through the twists and turns of life, hope takes us through.


Written for Onesingleimporession. prompt : Change.
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  1. Raajii1/2/12, 12:17 AM

    Happy New Year! I hope you have a wonderful one :-)

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  2. Promising Poets Parking Lot1/2/12, 12:27 AM

    apt words, smiles.

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  3. Promising Poets Parking Lot1/2/12, 12:27 AM

    Greetings: Excellent Blog.

    Happy Happy New Year.

    Best Wishes for the year of 2012…

    Your contribution is always welcome!

    Lots of blessings and cheers sending your way.

    See you soon.

    xoxox

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  4. Aabha Midha1/2/12, 4:36 AM

    Wishing you too a wonderful 2012 GB!

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  5. Gyanban1/2/12, 1:01 PM

    @Raajii - thank you for your wishes and you have wonderful near year too !

    @Promising Poets - thank for dropping by and warm wishes for a fantastic 2012.!

    @Aabha - May 2012 GB turn into multiple Terrabytes of happiness !

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  6. Krislin Neo1/2/12, 4:50 PM

    Hi there, found you from the Poet Rally site..

    Touched by how you expressed on how Hopes float; staying alive in the midst of all things...

    Oh yes, Happy New Year 2012.. Am glad to drop by your site.. Hope to see you around.. :) Cheers!

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  7. SandyCarlson1/2/12, 4:52 PM

    You can count on change! Beautiful poem. Happy New Year!

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  8. Ramesh Sood1/2/12, 5:24 PM

    Hope floats.. and carries me with it.. Well done.. A very Happy New year to you..

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  9. Jim1/2/12, 9:06 PM

    Very nice thoughts, Gyan. Life can be scary sometimes.
    Just go with the flow and accept the changes in course.

    Here is to a Happy New Year to you.
    ..

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  10. Old Monk1/3/12, 1:14 PM

    Hope floats...taking life along. Happy New Year.

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  11. Taylor Boomer1/3/12, 9:31 PM

    vivid imagery, lovely floating hope.

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  12. PremI1/3/12, 10:00 PM

    Hope is the Key...

    Happy New Year!

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  13. Denise Moncrief1/4/12, 7:43 PM

    Change can be daunting without hope. Nicely worded, strong stanzas with the repetition emphasizing hope.

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  14. Erick Flores1/6/12, 1:43 AM

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  15. Erick Flores1/6/12, 1:44 AM

    "Hope floats"
    very positive message!

    Captivating!

    -Erick Flores
    http://eflores3000.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-easy-original.html

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  16. Anonymous1/7/12, 9:20 PM

    lovely word painting and beautiful descriptions.

    glad to see you join poets rally.
    hope that you enjoyed it.

    Happy Rally.

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  17. Chintan Gupta1/7/12, 11:57 PM

    Awww!! I wish to travel a lot lot lot this year :) And I want to believe, this is a positive sign...

    Such a well written verse...

    Happy new year <3

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  18. Mich93/30/12, 3:54 AM

    google knows it :-D

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