Be the one that finds the gold (by Milamai)
Be the one that finds the gold (by Milamai)
When it gets too dark for you (by Milamai)
I miss you most of all, when autumn leaves start to fall
There’s nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
I did it my way
Smouldering
WinterSun
We wake up when we die
Burning Ice