Shangri-La Poem by Michael Cochrane

A garden of yellow and red tulips roses of red and pink. Time goes by like a lotus flower floating on a pond still opened to catch the sun. Cherry blossom hangs over us enclosing our favorite spot we watch the birds of many colours feed on our tree of red berries. The world changes love remains. I close my eyes and recall us on Lake Como you like a white rose eyes of green illuminated by the sunshine your smile.
Michael Cochrane ©