Prompt

Make a simple, black-and-white pencil sketch-style associative composition for this poem: It is possible that I will not be there, I may be gone for a time, But there will be dawn lips To kiss the young earth. And my elderly destiny To Podillya, Halych and the Steppe With brown eyes, black eyebrows You will carry me in your heart. You will rock me, you will rock me, you will study me For a lifetime and for a single moment By your side, eternal and supreme, You will teach me to live and love a