the eighth day
the whole world was already created
a rested God
he looked around
to see what he had done
and a word
creative word
it was melting into the translucent dawn
in the beginning of the beginning was The word
as a code to transform the night
and on the eighth day it floats
just the smell of music in the branches
it floats and blends
to create peaceful happiness
magic kiss
peaceful happiness magic
your magic kiss