DRAWING
Comes & nbsp; evening in the twilight of the rim
to the sky gray-smoky pastels,
reinforced with lead pencil,
hurling to the ground chiaroscuro.
Like a black-and-white funeral shroud,
the whole world is streaked with contrasts.
It gets dark quickly.the Claws of the greedy night
outlined in trees & nbsp; roadside.
And & nbsp; it seems that its darkness is indefinite
and the onset of morning is impossible,
and the draughtsman sleeps, and the impenetrability
don't interrupt already stroke dawn.
And not in any & nbsp; sketch version
I can't wait for your answer.