Walter and Bernie were twin dragons.They were alike in every way except one…
Dom Conlon's Stories and Poetry
I am liquid gold
smelting in a fiery shell.
I think it’s the birds
who paint clouds in the sky,
There’s something in the air, but the twins can’t quite decide what.
A light bulb moment
Is a bright idea…
From stargazing live to stargazing poetry live…
Travel through life as though life
is the cosmos
on the bench
feeding the birds late into the evening