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Just Me……

wilting roses

I like things a certain way
Not how I was brought up,
I have to say

Things stress me if not right
I need to change them,
Do it despite

In my own way I don’t mine
Things that seem not right,
That others abide

I see beauty in curling roses
The changing appearance
Not what dying imposes

I guess what I try to explain
I have a some kind of
Serendipitous brain

(Image from Google images)