Green Grass on Mud

Still some sweet ones walk my way,
still some offer - I must say.
Love and kindness run their veins,
few but there to care.

Still some sweet ones gather 'round
still some share their ups and downs 
Some will give you all their hearts,
yet, expect no change.

Still some sweet ones call you ‘Dear',
still some make hate disappear.
Some will ask you - "What is it?'
“Leave it up to me"

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Sila Blume, 1982