Thoughts

Something touched my soul
On the edge of a pseudo brook
A kindling desire that
Pains the heart
And sways the head
The deep down emotion
Runs through my blood
The feeling is inane
What I see
Is hard to imbibe
The motion is dead
Gone is the rhythm
So sparse is the
Autumn fragrance
A gush of stream
That runs through
my head, just
Adds to the burden
Of my thoughts !!!!