Дневники

His name poured quick across my blood.
It filled all veins on my body.
Was my heart ready being bud?
I am confused, my mind is muddy.
And was this magic with the might?
Is world the same? I see some changes:
All shapes are different, colors’re bright.
I drowned in name of queer stranger.
This letters leaved a mark, a scar.
It looks like endless stubborn stain.
I was from feelings so far.
But something happened with my brain.
World didn’t change. It is the same.
But as a fire, as primed matter
My heart was filled with stranger’s name
Just with one word –with spelling letters.