Lamenting out of sight, shouting from the hills. What kind of evil fears talking with a fly? (by Milamai)
Lamenting out of sight, shouting from the hills. What kind of evil fears talking with a fly? (by Milamai)
The road I traveled today (by Milamai)
I love how nature simply is. It doesn’t pretend. It doesn’t conceal. It whispers, it sings, it reveals. Such raw magnificent simplicity and honesty in its processes. - violentwavesofemotion (by Milamai)
There’s nothing to conquer from something that can’t conquer itself (by Milamai)
Echoes (by Milamai)
After Narcissus met Nemesis (by Milamai)
Dancing away (by Milamai)
Still flow (by Milamai)
Heading to Autumn (by Milamai)
A thousand lives? or a thousand lies? Was anything real at all? (by Milamai)