A yellow precious metal and one of the gifts of the 3 kings at Christmas. Show us some gold in your space today
Lyrics from White Room by Eric Clapton
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
5 comments:
Great idea & great photo
Oh! My Man ;-D Seeing him next year :-)
Great take on the prompt Janette :-) Love the way you have left them in the bag.
And I must try to remember to pick up a bag of these for Sarah . . . she loves them :-)
Hope all is well. Must send your card tomorrow. I am so late with my cards this year :-(
Take Care . . . Sue
Oh! My Man ;-D Seeing him next year :-)
Great take on the prompt Janette :-) Love the way you have left them in the bag.
And I must try to remember to pick up a bag of these for Sarah . . . she loves them :-)
Hope all is well. Must send your card tomorrow. I am so late with my cards this year :-(
Take Care . . . Sue
Very pretty!!
I love the red netting against the gold. x
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