The balloon goes up and the playmate is no more in the Playhouse.
They are already grown-ups.
The old fence is broken and a new parapet is there.
It's like a ballet,
When the ballerina at the balustrade
The grueling swain swarms to the stairs.
Both stumble at the dim stage and then the stagnation.

Dedication to all the lovers who hide their tears...........?

nimal dunuhinga

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad/