Спокойный день питомца пока хозяина нет

Don't breathe me in the stars. When the sky so gray, so warms. From sunrise in the sand. With golden night in the stars, I can. Touching stones, I feel the ground. With every step, a new dig found. Storms are stow and breezes blow. Counting down the stars below. Heartbeat tells the stories grow. I gleam underneath the kinder stone. Through the blunders where I be. A new begins to see. With everything I choose. To simply set me on to do. Oh, The night is strange and fine. A soul, a perfect wine. A grace will be the same. A start of stones and paces wait. Guiding down the story straight. I'm Waiting for potential place.