A feeling called Saudade
There is this most estranged of dreams,
terrorising all else a lasslorn ever deems,
its more daunting than it feels or seem.
His best days it comes for only a brisk busk,
leaving his composure all jusxtaposed at dusk,
and he cries as...
terrorising all else a lasslorn ever deems,
its more daunting than it feels or seem.
His best days it comes for only a brisk busk,
leaving his composure all jusxtaposed at dusk,
and he cries as...