The sun will set
Just as two souls met
There’s no regret
And it will rise, again and again
Even the clouds know that they are flutters of stubborn steam
Epistles were not written for sonnets
Much as we are reminded of the rain by the wind, the thunder and the lightning
The memory of it pouring down softly on the window sill is eternal
Nothing tasted as sweet like the honey lemon tea.
Nkateko Tshabalala is a self-published author of Poetic Flair. Full bio on poetryportion.com.