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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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The Walls
Life, here in the surroundings of my white walls, the walls that watch me while I pray, while I sing, While I dance and work in my little room, while I cry. These white walls they know my life, only they cry with me or sing or pray or dance, they give my life the warm feelings of hands. The colors of my works the fabrics, the pen that moves my hand, the architect of my bones, the father, the "I AM", they all live in me. Life, life is my big question! , life is the I AM, and the I AM is life. I gather here in my room all of my works, the good, the bad and the worst, they come alive with my help. Life in these white walls, "pink I rather say", ' I love pink' My sink full of dishes waiting to be washed, the flowers on my table growing roots, the doors and windows always on guard, the lamps that never cease to give me light, the sofa so exhausted of my exhausting body, the tree near my window poking at me. Then the cry of a puppy I hear it all the time. My shop my objects; they dream and have their own mind, they wear the colors of life, they dress up and move my soul, I love how they love me back…
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