Tsop Neddih
Just her golden hair in my mind.
No memory different than that.
Hair blowing in the wind
when she sats on the saddle
and she surrounded me
with her thin arms.
If I close my eyes
I can remember her
sweet, fresh smell.
She smelled like only
the angels smell.
I lost you, baby,
but I found a treasure:
my little, breathtaking
Nuni.
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