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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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Existence
Reality doesn't exist until it is observed or measured ……Quantum Theory When it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry.” ……Niels Bohr I am not sure if it matters but there is a solace in the ritual of finding words to fit the shapes and shadows that rise like bubbles in the mind, to hold them before they burst and become what's left behind. It's hard to figure out and sometimes all you can do is to hang on for the ride. This morning was like this, delicately balanced on a breath. But it was me who was a bubble waiting for lips to give me a name, uncertainty gathered into a floating ball looking for a shape to fit, something solid, a chance for me to become altogether real. I felt brittle, about to be timed out, a fragile thought slowly unraveling in a waking brain. I was neither alive nor dead, but a shadow held in the in-between until some caring soul cast a glance and fixed this fuzzy ball of chance within a world of reality where I fell, once more, mortally into me.
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