Red Moon Rising
Flower from the land of the rising sun,
lost in the garden where the plum trees grow.
She waits for her love when the day is done,
with raven black hair held back with a bow.
Her plum blossom skin is as soft as silk;
she’s waited so long and kept herself pure.
Her painted white face is like mothers’ milk.
An Asian beauty with charming demure.
Beneath the red moon, she longs for his love,
kimono falls from her shoulder with grace.
Lifting her heart like the flight of a dove,
lost in the spell, as his lips touch her face.
The war is over, no reason to fight,
he took her away on their wedding night.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
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