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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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She lays in her bed...wondering...confused in love. Every night before the moon drifts, she speaks to a man, as she speaks, trying to figure out who this man is. She talks in such a sweet voice, sweeter than honey could ever become. She asks this mystical man the same question every moonlight. "Will you help me find my once in a lifetime knight?" She lays listening to the sound of silence for days...waiting for an answer, wondering if such a man everyone talks about is as false as she sees herself. She dreams every night...but doesn't encounter it, with the reality poisoning her head as she wakes. Deemed that she was actually somewhere delicate... somewhere beautiful. She stays arranged with confusion of such enchantment ascending from her few'z. With a blessing she takes as a curse. She speculates if maybe...just maybe, she should look at the mirror differently. She arises for the last time, broken, and afraid. She walks towards the disintegrated mirror... Looking at someone she doesn't recognize, questioning herself in soliloquy, "who am I?", "what am I?" "How am I?" Then bursting through the maze of the mirror, a bright light shines, brighter then the blinding sun. The little girl with her eyes covered with fear, opens her lashes looking at the consolidate mirror with an astonished smile and speaks. "I have found myself, and as myself a masterpiece!"
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