this fragile happiness someone feels when looking at the sky or a tree in their backyard or when dipping their feet in the river.
it is the same happiness you pass onto the earth.
it is a cycle; a harmony we subtly create and whisper it to another human. nothing is permanent as far as i know. and yet the impression and the sensation we leave behind lasts forever. it is a beautiful thing to exists as a piece of this planet.
and i have come to understand that i am the last one of the kind to ever exist as me. you are the last of your kind. even the infinite theoretical versions of ourselves, can never replace our place we hold in lives of a finite people we choose to love and learn from.
Prena Poetry 
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