Running, Searching, Seeking

Running, Searching, Seeking ode

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Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign
The one that says your welcome, please come inside
The sign that says your wanted
The sign that says your mine

Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign
A red rose resting on piano keys
A man who has fallen to his knees
A man with love in his eyes

Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign
A gentle kiss on your lips
A hug to say everything is OK
A smile to hold you for a while

Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign
The one that says your welcome, please come inside
The sign that says your wanted
The sign that says your mine

Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign
I found my sign upon the door
It said look inside if your looking for more
Go on be brave take a peep and you will forever be mine to keep

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Jackie Mead

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I am 56 years old, new to poetry, I've had a tough twelve months and poetry has become my outlet. I recently wrote a children's book (in verse) and had it published, so I am a new author. I am experimenting and learning about poetry, I like reading lots of diverse poems and exist on several platforms. I have my own FB poetry page.
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