Circus Poem by Anna Osipova

The circus is gone and the clowns are sad,
The colorful flags are lying in dust,
The flowers are trampled and roses are dead,
And no merry tunes in the gusts.
The circus is gone and the square is empty,
And no dancing kids in the street,
The yardman sweeps confetti gently
And picks dirty garlands from trees.
The circus is gone and the holiday's over,
The workdays start spinning again,
And life seems so dull and so sober…
But circus will come back one day.