The balloon goes up and the playmate is no more in the Playhouse. <br />They are already grown-ups. <br />The old fence is broken and a new parapet is there. <br />It's like a ballet, <br />When the ballerina at the balustrade <br />The grueling swain swarms to the stairs. <br />Both stumble at the dim stage and then the stagnation. <br /> <br />Dedication to all the lovers who hide their tears...........?<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad/
