I Want People to Share Their Poetry

The evening breeze caresses my face,
A leaf flutters down from a nearby tree,
Its existence ended.
A brooklet flows by close to my feet,
Its passage through time marked by a rustling, gurgling sound.

The here and now is all that matters, has to be with the impermanence of existence.
In its way sadness has a certain beauty,
But one that cries out to be shared with another soul.
The sadness not so enjoyable when it can only be experienced alone.
The only pain-deadener - memory.