Kazan Circus

A cycle of poems «Kazan»

The lights dim low, the crowd takes breath,
A hush descends, a sense of death,
Or maybe birth, a vibrant dream,
Kazan Circus, it would seem.
The big top gleams, a canvas bright,
Underneath, a world of light,
Acrobats leap, a graceful flight,
Clowns cavort, in the fading light.

Kazan Circus, a magic show,
Where wonder blooms, and spirits glow,
Lions roar, and tigers prance,
A whirlwind thrill, a joyful dance.
The music swells, a vibrant score,
As stories unfold, and dreams explore,
A tapestry woven, bright and bold,
Kazan Circus, a tale untold.

The strongman strains, with mighty hand,
The aerialist, a graceful strand,
Of silk and air, a floating grace,
A smile upon her painted face.
The elephants lumber, slow and grand,
Their gentle eyes, across the land,
A symphony of motion, planned,
By masters skilled, a circus band.

Kazan Circus, a magic show,
Where wonder blooms, and spirits glow,
Lions roar, and tigers prance,
A whirlwind thrill, a joyful dance.
The music swells, a vibrant score,
As stories unfold, and dreams explore,
A tapestry woven, bright and bold,
Kazan Circus, a tale untold.

From distant lands, the artists came,
With stories whispered, like a flame,
Of courage shown, and skills refined,
A legacy of joy, entwined.
The children laugh, with pure delight,
Lost in the wonder, of the night,
A shared experience, shining bright,
Kazan Circus, a wondrous sight.

Kazan Circus, a magic show,
Where wonder blooms, and spirits glow,
Lions roar, and tigers prance,
A whirlwind thrill, a joyful dance.
The music swells, a vibrant score,
As stories unfold, and dreams explore,
A tapestry woven, bright and bold,
Kazan Circus, a tale untold.

The lights come up, the magic fades,
But memories linger, like the shades,
Of laughter shared, and dreams that flew,
Kazan Circus, forever true.
Kazan Circus... forever true.