Roni Lane Biography

Her long honey-gold curls rest in my hand,
The smokey-blue eyes look up for kindness.
Cheeks, a soft pink, make everyone gaze in awe!
Her numb fingers lightly touch my arm,
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Sitting at home in my bed,
Watching as the glowing fire
Comes through my window.
I lower my eyes,
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Apples are ripe and wine is being made.
I see something in the distace,
A car perhaps.
The wind starts to blow in my hair,
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The road seems too long to walk,
Cars stopped by the night.
I take my time and watch the stars,
That are glowing with radiant beauty.
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The trees are changing into their orange coats.
When in a forest, you mistake everything for a color-coded room.
The schools are opening
And the children fill the halls with laughter!
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