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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.


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

  2. 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.


  3. Wishing you too a wonderful 2012 GB!

  4. @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 !

  5. 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!

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

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

  8. 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.

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

  10. vivid imagery, lovely floating hope.

  11. Hope is the Key...

    Happy New Year!

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

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  14. "Hope floats"
    very positive message!


    -Erick Flores

  15. lovely word painting and beautiful descriptions.

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

    Happy Rally.

  16. 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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