My hands filled with magic
I wave to a new world
I saw a Shaman
in the mirror
He is perching on the snowy mountains
and swimming through the ice cold rivers of Ōtautahi
We're Chanting
a duo in motion
my magician
my spirit
my mana
his cloak covers me in gold
The drums in my heart are deafening
we're bound in vines and ruby wood
air sails through the gaps
her whisper brings birds on the wind
To my feet
I am nature
I am all
Blood bonds
and stories
I am the clock counting down
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
My hands filled with magic
I wave to a new world
I saw a Shaman
in the mirror
He is perching on the snowy mountains
and swimming through the ice cold rivers of Ōtautahi
We're Chanting
a duo in motion
my magician
my spirit
my mana
his cloak covers me in gold
The drums in my heart are deafening
we're bound in vines and ruby wood
air sails through the gaps
her whisper brings birds on the wind
To my feet
I am nature
I am all
Blood bonds
and stories
I am the clock counting down
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