brushing the larger of the dewdrops from the park bench, she longed for linden blossoms, pink tea roses, and the softness of a london rain once, starlings perched on rooftops and fog swirled 'round chimney-tops and mist fell softly as bells, chiming in faraway hills she kept company with a sleeping dove, snugly nestled beneath the branches of a sprawling dogwood, on sandy pebbles and fallen petals the sun began to rise, creating tall shadows and long, dark silhouettes of trees as dew dried on crisp, green leaves mist rose, and the warmth fell in gold over fresh grass, drying tears,and shining on the faces of concrete angels (c) Cynthia D'Adamo
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