Stork

               There were the heaven and the sea  with explosion of grief,
               and  the mills like a stork flap their wings.
               What  person does his lonely in message receive,
               what  writer does retells their things?

               You attract winds of poems and courage  of sails,
                Russian writer like a ghost of a stork at a bay,
                he is probably now  real measure transfers
                into mist and  a legend of you, Zuder Zee.
 
                You are stalking, my brother, and searching what for?
                Whose hand does send  you to water and the bank that alien?
                You are  a rare  stork or a knight of the  minor,
                like a shadow  which has not a really terrain.

                But all mills of the world,
                all the wings,
                pray in the chapel accord.
                The Bell rings!