This poem, accompanied by a photo I took, is about Sundays. Could there be a better day to appreciate the beautiful things in life, including poetry?
Sundays are
days of the heart,
winged poems drifting apart,
Children playing, smiles dancing free,
Sundays are
light days of peace,
days to dream, days
when the day will bring
a will to love, a will to be,
Sundays are
days when everyone can find
freedom to be,
leaving worries behind.
© Rolando Andrade, 2026
Final thought: If these words stayed with you for a moment,
this space might be for you too.
I write here every week —
sometimes in the open,
sometimes a little closer,
for those who choose to stay.
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