Futile. The sun shines through the pane onto two lovers. The light, it forms a square.
Emotive. How beautiful they both disregard its presence.
Fragile. We all are.
Omniscient. And silent.
Hope. We have it. But the light remains unnoticed. Daily lives. Seasonal change.
Different. So they go. Once, understood.
Misrepresented. Outside, confused.
The square remains. The light dims and sinks away.
Futile. The light that forms the square.
Unnoticed, as it is.