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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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Invisible Songs Getting Used To
If you have things to do Do it shameless as it is In shadows cast by tasks undone, Embrace the chaos, let it run. For in confusion, he finds delight, Dormant voices stir in the night. Awake, dear soul, it’s time to paint, Your face with colors, bold yet faint. Even as grievances take their flight, He stands aloft, a constant sight. With tears that flow like rivers wide, I grasp the truth you try to hide. Remember, love, it can't be mended, Not yours to keep, till life has ended. No urgency in the heart’s soft plea, Though he seems civil, it’s plain to see, He shuns the noise of passion's fade, Yet still, the game of life is played. Let’s befriend the man you shun, Like you with me—our caring done. Curious how we can vex the day, Let’s forgo sleep, let shadows play. A twist of fate, a wild charade, In mental realms where dreams invade. We’ll seek in darkness, hide and flee, While serenades of sorrow plea. Whispers haunt, their essence worse, Yet gratitude is what they’ll curse. By dawn, they fade into the light, Preparing gifts for the morrow’s flight. For that’s their way, to slip away, Ensuring we forget their stay. Yet here at home, we’d wait in vain, If they didn’t come, we'd bear the pain.
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