The circus came to town <br />on that field <br />next to the old lion park <br />and a dark haired gypsy girl <br />in a way looked like you <br />twitched and made the same <br />movements as you <br /> <br />and I gazed at her on the trapeze <br />as if she was your darker half <br />and later she approached me <br />and said that my eyes <br />were full of sorrow <br /> <br />and she thought that we <br />had met somewhere before, <br />or maybe in another life <br /> <br />but you know <br />that I do not believe <br />in that kind of thing <br /> <br />and she was astonished <br />when I showed her <br />a photo of you <br />and said that you <br />could have been her sister.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-circus-came-to-town/
