Going with nothing

cravings leashes
serpentine beauty of possessing something
for random feelings stripped off
the hands smelting vanity whithered
it looks so tired than grass after heavy rain 
are you mad?..you may ask..
the answers gone with wind
they have wings and antina
such beautiful beast like feature
degrees of intensities and intimacies
swanning go and forth
the pendulum of   heart beating
echoing the mountains of your heart
it is bog
marshy but preservative
smile..even you dont understand me..
you be there ..as a true witness of my creativiy