Madame

             Madame

She never cares
But she thinks she does
Each time we met
Its only her biding that goes
Alphabet words were the bridge
Come, she bids me
And words  become too heavy to mutter .

Time travels, days pass-by
Yuletide comes and goes
And not an alphabet word as usual.

Again, alphabet words became the bridge
Again, she thinks she cares
Again, we meet
Again, her biding goes
Again, she thinks she cares
But she never cares.

Life of Pinty.
                    Pintowski.

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